"When the time comes, we'll split the spoils fifty-fifty."
The middle-aged cultivator looked at Ye Lin with blazing eyes and asked expectantly.
He could not see through Ye Lin's strength. There were only two possibilities: either Ye Lin's cultivation was higher than his, or Ye Lin was a mortal.
Clearly, it was the first possibility.
Since Ye Lin addressed him as a fellow Daoist, it meant that although Ye Lin was stronger than him, he could not be stronger by much.
Northern Continent cultivators were all arrogant. Once they stepped into the Spirit Transformation realm, they looked down on every cultivator, including those of the same realm.
Every Spirit Transformation cultivator believed himself to be Heaven's Pride, believed himself invincible. Let alone addressing a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator like him as a fellow Daoist.
In short, weak but fond of showing off.
"Forget it. Go on, then."
Ye Lin waved him away in disappointment. A low-grade Spirit Mine? Even dogs would not bother with it. The highest-grade Spirit Stones produced by a low-grade Spirit Mine were only mid-tier ones, and sometimes there were not even any of those.
Moreover, the Spirit Stones from such mines contained too many impurities. Absorb too many, and impurities would accumulate within the body, eventually bringing ruin upon oneself.
Absorbing such Spirit Stones would only harm oneself in the end.
Seeing that Ye Lin had no interest, the middle-aged man shook his head regretfully before turning and leaving.
With his great Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, he would surely be able to snatch a few Low-Tier Spirit Stones from the mine.
With those few low-tier Spirit Stones, he could stabilize his cultivation somewhat.
"Why did it have to turn out like this?"
Ye Lin stood where he was, sighing again and again. Why? Why was his