Shen Yu looked at the bottles, his golden eyes reflecting the soft green light of the office. He didn't even have to think. He had seen enough "Supreme" and "God-Tier" trash in his past lives to know that true power didn't need a crown of adjectives.
"The Peng Clan sells dreams and headaches," Shen Yu said, his voice a dark, melodic rumble. "We are selling results. We don't need to chase their vanity. We will name them based on the very laws of the body they serve."
He leaned forward, his long finger tapping the first jade bottle.
"For the Tier-0, call them 'Tang Clan's Iron-Blood' pills. It's a name that promises raw, visceral vitality. It tells every young cultivator exactly what their foundation is currently missing."
His hand moved to the second bottle, his golden eyes flashing with a cold, sovereign light that seemed to pierce the very glass.
