Faced with Lin Yuan's words, Lin Tianlang fell silent.
Looking at his younger brother, so full of ambition and lofty aspirations, Lin Tianlang said nothing. He merely turned and left in silence.
Watching Lin Tianlang's retreating back, Lin Yuan remained silent for a long while before checking the account books again.
Who knew how long had passed before Chen Changsheng, awakened from his beauty sleep, stepped out of the carriage.
"You have Divine Source, so use it. Why do you always like hoarding it?"
"The Divine Source I gave you is twice what Yan Qing and the others received."
Hearing Chen Changsheng's voice, Lin Yuan opened his eyes and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Young Master, but Divine Source is exceptionally precious. I want to save it for a more critical moment."
"This is the critical moment. In this Cultivation World, no one can guarantee they will see tomorrow's sun."
"If you don't use it now, are you planning to give it to your enemies?"
Seeing the confusion in Chen Changsheng's eyes, Lin Yuan lowered his head, smiled, and said,
"Young Master, we are not like you. Perhaps you have never lacked Divine Source since the day you were born; perhaps you have never even seen currency like spirit stones."
"But we have always struggled at the bottom of this world."
"To us, Divine Source is already an incredibly precious thing."
Faced with Lin Yuan's words, Chen Changsheng said nothing. He simply took out a tea set and began brewing tea.
Before long, a steaming cup of tea was handed to Lin Yuan.
"Try this tea I brewed."
"Thank you, Young Master!"
Lin Yuan nodded in thanks and accepted the teacup from Chen Changsheng.
Gulp!
The tea went down his throat, and unimaginable bitterness spread through his mouth.
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