The Five Immortal Island Annual Auction Conference was still underway. Ling Wangke, who had been gritting his teeth in fury just moments ago, no longer showed the slightest trace of anger on his old face. Once again, he chatted idly with Ye Zhen and Ling Qianbi, casually commenting on the auction items along the way.
It was not that Ling Wangke was thick-skinned and careless, letting nothing linger in his heart. Rather, after spending these past days together, he had come to understand Ye Zhen's temperament somewhat.
In Ling Wangke's eyes, Ye Zhen was a lad with character—generous with his hand, yet absolutely principled.
For example, that True Dragon Essence Blood, so similar to the essence blood of a Five-Clawed True Dragon that even he could not help clicking his tongue in amazement—Ye Zhen had handed Ling Qianbi ten barrels of it in one go.
Their Ling family possessed True Dragon Essence Blood as well, but their current reserves of Five-Clawed True Dragon Essence Blood amounted to less than thirty jin.
Basically, they used one or two jin each year in medicine, to cleanse the marrow and temper the bodies of those little ones in the family who had just embarked upon the martial path.
You had not read that wrong. The entire Ling family dared to consume at most two jin of Five-Clawed True Dragon Essence Blood a year, and that was shared among tens of thousands of clan disciples.
Yet Ye Zhen had casually given Ling Qianbi ten barrels—one thousand jin.
Of course, Ling Qianbi had secretly given five barrels of Five-Clawed True Dragon Essence Blood to him, her grandfather. He would absolutely never tell Ye Zhen about that.
With those five hundred jin of Five-Clawed True Dragon Essence Blood alone, the weight of his Ling Wangke branch's