บท 1953: The Honorable Officials of Preston

"You're quite arrogant," Braydon Neal chuckled.

What he wanted was the territory of the four races, a resource capable of nurturing peak cultivators. 

How could such a thing be found here?

The shop assistant's face grew serious. "Sir, this shop is one of the best in Preston. If we don't have what you're looking for, it'll be hard to find it anywhere in the city."

"How much for this Vermilion Fruit?" Braydon stepped forward.

The waiter pointed at the label. "A fifty-year-old Vermilion Fruit—100,000 spirit stones per fruit. If you buy in bulk, there's a discount."

"That's too expensive."

Braydon frowned slightly. 

The price was far from reasonable. 

In the universe, a spirit fruit of this level would cost at most one or two thousand spirit stones. 

After all, spirit herbs and fruits aged by decades were commonplace in the universe, especially on powerful life planets where they were abundant.