Seeing the longing in the disciples' eyes, Ye Lin's lips curled upward. Perhaps he could shorten the time needed to refine his clone indefinitely.
"Fellow senior brothers, what I have here is indeed Wutong Brew."
Ye Lin wore a deeply humble expression and clasped his hands, bowing to the disciples around him.
But when they saw him do this, the disciples' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly clasped their hands and bowed back.
Ye Lin had just displayed astonishing power. They knew they were no match for him and didn't dare accept his bow.
Seeing their reaction, Ye Lin chuckled inwardly. They've taken the bait.
"Junior brother, you don't need to do that. You're putting us to shame."
At that moment, one of the young men spoke. He had joined the sect earlier than Ye Lin, so he could rightfully be called a senior brother.
"Junior brother, we're all terribly thirsty. Would you be willing to part with a little of your Wutong Brew?"
"Of course, we wouldn't take it for nothing. How about each of us trades you one Yellow Grade Low Tier treasure for a cup of Wutong Brew?"
"I agree. What do you say, junior brother? You wouldn't lose out."
Seeing how the disciples were acting, Ye Lin sneered inwardly.
They were really working out their scheme to the last detail: one Yellow Grade Low Tier treasure apiece. Did they think he was a beggar?
Yellow Grade Low Tier treasures, whether weapons or natural treasures that could be absorbed, were practically worthless to Golden Core cultivators.
"Fellow senior brothers, I traded a Earth Grade Low Tier treasure to Senior Sister Meng for this Wutong Brew. If each of you is only offering this little, I'm afraid..."
Ye Lin trailed off.
His meaning was clear: Yellow Grade Low