When the proprietress heard the young man before her declare he would certainly succeed, she stepped forward, looked at the red elixir in Zhao Rong's hand, and laughed. "Still wet behind the ears, kid? Is this the elixir you've concocted?"
Sweat dripped down his back as Zhao Rong replied, "Yes. It took a tenth of my True Qi to refine this elixir…"
The proprietress took the red elixir, examined it closely for a moment, and then sniffed it. She burst into laughter. "Young man, this elixir you've made doesn't look like it's for treating a comatose patient. It looks more like a tonic for women's health issues…"
The surrounding crowd erupted in laughter, with some doubling over. A man on a road trip with his fiancée jeered, "I think that's not just a women's tonic, but a Vajra Pill! The proprietress's husband is in a vegetative state, and this kid refines a virility drug for him? Isn't that the joke of the century?" As he spoke, he looked at his fiancée and roared with laughter.
