After giving Ye Lin a long, deep look, the young man set down the bead and turned to leave without the slightest hesitation.
"Pfft, I wondered what it was. Turns out he was just puffing himself up to look important."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That sort really isn't qualified."
"What a joke. Alright, everyone disperse. There's nothing left to watch anyway."
"Let's go, let's go. This is boring."
The surrounding cultivators shook their heads and left one after another.
They had been idle anyway, so at least they had gotten to watch some excitement this time.
Now that the excitement was over, it was time for them to leave as well.
As the figures around him departed, Ye Lin picked up the bead again and weighed it in his hand.
"Boss, even if I gave you a million Supreme Immortal Stones, you wouldn't be able to keep them. This sword is of upper-grade immortal rank. There are another ten thousand Supreme Immortal Stones here—take them."
Ye Lin tossed a cloth bag to the young man before him and spoke softly.
The young man was only a Heavenly Immortal. Even if Ye Lin gave him a million Supreme Immortal Stones, he would not be able to hold onto them.
Giving him a million Supreme Immortal Stones was no different from taking his life.
"No, that's too much. Let's stick to what we agreed on earlier—one Supreme Immortal stone."
The shop owner immediately refused. He had nearly been scared out of his wits just now. Two Golden Immortals had come into conflict; either one of them could have slapped him to death.
Yet as he picked up the cloth bag and spoke, Ye Lin had vanished at some point.
"Sigh, when immortals fight, mortals suffer. I'd better leave this place quickly."
Only now