Zhuo Yun instantly froze. He stared at Min Yu and said, "Real nerve-soothing incense? How can that be…"
Min Yu put out the incense and placed it back into the box carefully as he replied. "That's what it smells like."
The look of shock on Zhuo Yun's face swiftly transformed into joy. He said, "If it's authentic nerve-soothing incense, then it might help to improve your health."
Min Yu contemplated for a couple of seconds and continued. "No. It's much more special than the nerve-soothing incense I used earlier."
Zhuo Yun was speechless because authentic nerve-soothing incense was far too rare and was considered priceless. If Huo Yao's incense were better than that, then it would cost… Zhuo Yun gulped back his saliva. He did not dare imagine how much it was worth.
