"Sect Master Lin is righteous!"
"Sect Master Lin is truly generous!"
"We will remember this kindness in our hearts!"
For a time, people from every clan were visibly excited. Many clasped their fists on the spot and spoke with sincere fervor.
Lin Ming smiled but said nothing more. Then his gaze swept over the area, and with a casual wave of his hand, the dozen or so scrolls closest to him among the hundred-plus balls of light floating around the stone statue seemed to answer a summons, turning into a dozen streams of flowing light that flew before him.
Without even looking at their contents, he directly put the scrolls away.
"Everyone, divide the rest among yourselves."
His words fell, and Lin Ming turned and walked over to Zi Yan's side, no longer paying attention to the lively distribution about to unfold.
As Lin Ming turned away, the atmosphere in the plaza immediately became heated.
Though the various clans were excited, no chaotic scramble broke out.
After all, they were Old Hands who had lived for thousands of years. They still possessed the proper dignity and restraint.
The five clan leaders—Gu Yuan, Lei Ying, Yan Jin, Yao Dan, and Shi Jian—exchanged glances, then tacitly gathered together to discuss a distribution plan in low voices.
After being tempered by that life-and-death battle in the Soul Realm, the relationships between these Ancient Races had become quite harmonious. They were all willing to give one another some face, and before long, they reached a plan acceptable to every side.
In the plaza, scroll after scroll emanating ancient light was carefully distributed into the hands of the various clans.
The experts who received the scrolls were all beaming with delight. Many immediately unfurled their scrolls and examined them eagerly, their eyes full of excitement