[What a shame. Yao Chen hadn't made a move, and Xiao Yan's special trait hadn't been obtained either. As expected, plans could never keep up with change.]
Watching Xiao Yan leave, Yan Lin weighed the "Eight Extremes Collapse" scroll in his hand, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Today's gains had not been ideal.
Although he had defeated Xiao Yan despite his lower cultivation, the fifty-percent chance had failed to yield an opportunity to copy one of Xiao Yan's special traits.
His hopes of copying the Flame Mantra and Xiao Yan's talent had fallen through. Xiao Yan also had nothing else that interested him, but he needed a reason to hand over the Blood Lotus Essence and prevent Yao Chen and his disciple from setting their sights on it.
The Dou Technique Eight Extremes Collapse was what Yan Lin had decided he needed after weighing his options.
As for this chance to copy an ordinary trait from Xiao Yan, Yan Lin did not plan to use it. The current Emperor Yan was terribly poor. He still had to wait for this leek to grow strong before harvesting him would be truly satisfying.
In any case, chances to copy traits could be accumulated. There was no rush.
"Teacher, who was that person?"
At this moment, Xiao Yi Xian, who had been silently watching from the side, walked over.
She was quite curious. Her master seemed to regard Xiao Yan differently, even though he was merely a Dou Zhe.
Earlier, the many Dou Zhe mercenaries in Myriad Medicine House, including Mr. Yao himself, had not warranted a second glance from Yan Lin.
Only Xiao Yan had caught his attention. Xiao Yi Xian could tell that Yan Lin cared quite a bit about him.
"Nothing. Just a leek."
Yan Lin rested both