Shangguan Wanyu carried a delicate fragrance—not overpowering, not too faint, just right. It smelled wonderful, easily intoxicating those around her.
"If you ask me, miss, you're being far too merciful. You're asking for too little. I think ten million Supreme Illusion Stones per person would be just right."
After Ye Lin spoke, Shangguan Wanyu's expression shifted slightly. She gave him a deep look, then turned around, released Ye Lin, and laughed aloud.
"Did you hear that, everyone? This young man says ten million Supreme Illusion Stones per person. Fine. Since he has made such a request, I can only reluctantly fulfill it."
"Ten million Supreme Illusion Stones. If you can't produce them, die."
After Shangguan Wanyu spoke, everyone seated in the first row turned to look at Ye Lin.
Their eyes held confusion, fury, disbelief, and a faint killing intent.
"Damn, brother, are you serious? Ten million Supreme Illusion Stones per person? Do you know what ten million Supreme Illusion Stones represent?"
"It's over, it's over, it's over."
Zhang Caifeng stared wide-eyed at Ye Lin before finally collapsing into his chair, utterly bereft.
"Since you won't hand them over, we'll do this one at a time, from left to right. We'll start with... you."
Shangguan Wanyu casually swept her fingers about before they finally stopped on Zhang Caifeng.
"No way, big sis? I'm just a spoiled young master, just some second-generation fool who doesn't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth. I could come up with one million, but ten million? I really can't afford it."
"Even if you kill me, I still can't produce it. Besides, our family doesn't even have that much. It's not like I'm the City Lord's son."
Zhang Caifeng spread his hands, looking utterly hopeless. What he had said was no lie—he