The youth's face was full of shock. He took the pouch blankly, swept it briefly with his divine sense, and his mouth fell open. The number of Magic Stones inside was more than ten times what he had imagined.
"Senior, this... this is too much."
He swallowed, his expression odd as he spoke. To say he was not tempted would definitely be a lie. A low-level immortal cultivator like him, who had even been driven out of his clan, needed Magic Stones all the more. But no merit, no reward; accepting the support of such an unfamiliar senior truly left his heart uneasy.
"If I tell you to take it, then take it. Why so much nonsense?"
Before Lin Xuan's words had even faded, he flicked his sleeve. Black light flashed, and he first collected everything on the youth's stall.
"Many thanks, Senior."
Since things had reached this point, whether by feeling or reason, the Devil Race youth could no longer refuse. Besides, he truly did need this sum of Magic Stones.
He immediately put the pouch away, then bent his knees and knelt before Lin Xuan, kowtowing three times with audible thuds.
This boy's gratitude came from the depths of his heart. Of course, he had no idea just what that book was worth. He still thought it really was a piece of trash, and that this senior had given him so many Magic Stones out of pity.
"No need for so much ceremony. Work hard from now on. If fate allows, perhaps we will have a chance to meet again in the future."
Lin Xuan encouraged the youth with a few words, then left. He did not immediately leave the valley, but leisurely made another circuit, and even bought a few more things. Of course, it was all