"Hmm?"
Everyone was stunned. Although they had guessed that it would be difficult for them to get their hands on the pills Yi Yun had refined, such a clean and decisive refusal, leaving no room for tact, still left them feeling rather displeased.
"Young Master Lin, the vital energy accumulated in the core of my Heavenly Demon Sarira Tower for twenty years was nearly exhausted by you, yet even my tower master has said nothing. Now we merely want to see you, and you're still refusing?"
The Elder in Purple Robes was growing angry. Of course, because Yi Yun had just refined an extraordinary pill, and because he dared not offend Yi Yun without understanding the pill's effects, he held himself back.
The name Yi Yun still carried considerable weight when spoken aloud.
If Yi Yun truly possessed the method for refining some divine pill, then that would be a very big deal.
Yi Yun naturally understood these people's thoughts perfectly. They had seen his value and wanted to inquire about the pills he had refined.
Yi Yun said, "I really do have matters to attend to. I'll take my leave for now."
As Yi Yun spoke, he moved to leave.
The crowd was furious, but no one spoke.
At that moment, they only wanted to find out as quickly as possible what kind of pill Yi Yun had refined.
They were unlike the Blood King. The Blood King had learned in advance about Yi Yun's alchemy and cultivation process, and could infer certain things from the heavenly phenomena.
These people had merely seen one extraordinary heavenly phenomenon after another.
The commotion caused when Yi Yun's pill emerged from the furnace had indeed been tremendous.
But a pill's effects could not be judged entirely by the magnitude of the commotion.