For a moment, I even questioned my own memory.
I quickly cross-referenced the herb list from my inherited memory again, and after confirming there was no error, I asked, "Mr. Wills, what do you mean by that?"
Wallace Wills showed no anger. He said calmly, "Mason, let me be honest with you, I understand the ingredients required for the Nine Transformation Pill better than you do."
I stayed quiet, waiting for Wallace Wills to go on.
Wallace Wills gradually elaborated, "The Nine Transformation Pill, called the Sacred Pill among martial artists, doesn't need hundred-year-old Panax Ginseng and Knotweed. What it actually requires is two five-hundred-year-old herbs and three three-hundred-year-old herbs!"
"So, if you can create one Nine Transformation Pill, forget the herbs—I'll hand over every herb in my Medicine Storage." Wallace Wills said with a grin.
This caught me off guard.
Could it be... my father's inheritance was incorrect?
No way! Absolutely not!
