Meng Chuan was somewhat puzzled. He had looked through the spoils of war in the bag. There were only three drops of green liquid in the black jade bottle. Was it worth his master's excitement?
"Master, is the liquid in this jade bottle very precious?" asked Meng Chuan.
"No." Qin Wu smiled and said, "What's precious is the bottle itself."
"Bottle?" Meng Chuan looked at the bottle carefully. The pitch-black jade bottle didn't feel warm or cold to the touch. It didn't seem special.
"This is a jade bottle unique to the demons. It's carved from a complete North Sea Nether Jade. It has been refined by a demon Imperial Lord and can naturally absorb the Heaven and Earth powers. Every month, it will naturally condense a drop of jade liquid," said Qin Wu. "This jade bottle is rather precious in the Demon Realm. It's even more precious in the human world. I won't hide it from you. It's worth 50 million credits."
Meng Chuan was alarmed.