Frank sneered. "Ms. Lionheart, don't you think you're being overconfident? Also, word of advice—take a closer look at what you're holding. Does it really have a hundred years' worth of medicinal value?"
"What?" Sif did a double take but did not check her Hyperion Root as she retorted, "This is a Hyperion Root—there's no faking it. The roots are intertwined, a crystalline yellow and carries a fresh scent. How could it not be a hundred years old?"
"That's not quite right." Frank shook his head and smiled. "Ms. Lionheart, the Hyperion Root grows one tertiary root every ten years, so why don't you start counting if it's the right number?"
Frank's words finally built doubt in Sif at that—if memory serves, it should be ten.
"One, two, three…" She started counting, her face soon falling once she stopped at nine.
She counted again and again, but the Hyperion Root only had nine tertiary roots. And she was dead certain there was no tenth root.
"Are you sure the roots decide the age?! I'll kill you if I find out you're lying!" Sif snapped at Frank, but her expression was clearly uncomfortable and her voice was shaking.
Frank shrugged. "Why don't you ask the boy from Hundred Bane Sect? They'd know nature's treasures the best."
"Hey! You, from Hundred Bane Sect! Get over here!" Sif snapped at Tavis Holt right then, summoning him over. "The Hyperion Root—does it grow tertiary roots every ten years?"
"That's true." Tavis glanced a lazy look at Frank before giving the Hyperion Root his full attention… and his face soon fell, with seat trickling down his cheeks.
It was fortunate he did not bid for it, or his mentor would have his head for it… The Hyperion Root was really too young!
"Yes." Frank nodded as he commented. "Soaking it in special nutrients for ten years will do, more or less. Sell it at that point, and you'd make a killing."
Be that as it may, Sif glowered further from what they said, let alone calmed down.
It felt like she had eaten dung—she had bought the Hyperion Root for her younger brother who needed it urgently, and she had also paid a fortune for it.
But another ten years? Her brother would certainly not need it anymore!
At that point, Sif finally realized that she had completely been taken for a ride.
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