When the junior priest passed the pill over, Alex smirked coldly. It was just like what he guessed. A valuable herb like snapdragon was rare and priceless—he only managed to get one in an auction at the Ancient Medicine Exposition.
With a single glance at the black pill, Alex could tell what it was made of—flour, honey, and some food coloring.
This pill, which was the size of a thumbnail, cost five thousand. However, the cost price was probably a few cents.
Master Lincoln was scamming others by claiming to be a miracle priest. As a martial artist as well, Alex felt that he was being despicable.
“Is this what you call a miraculous pill?” Alex stared at Master Lincoln sharply.
The latter could feel an intimidating aura from Alex. Judging from that, he could tell that Alex was definitely powerful enough to crush him.