"Right, the Bloodthirst Essence."
Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, Ye Lin turned to look at the elderly referee who was preparing to leave.
He had come here for the Bloodthirst Essence. He could not forget the most important thing at the very end.
"Senior, Senior, wait."
Hearing someone call out to him just as he was about to leave, the old man turned around with a cheerful smile.
But when he saw that it was Ye Lin, his smile swiftly vanished.
He did not have much goodwill toward Ye Lin.
This Shenluo Conference had been held for Chu Jingming in the first place.
Yet this man before him had not only taken first place, but had also killed the conference's main character.
How could he possibly show this person even a shred of kindness?
"Senior, where is my prize? The Bloodthirst Essence."
Ye Lin paid no attention to the old man's changing expression and simply held out his hand to demand it.
The Bloodthirst Essence was his very purpose in coming here. He could not forget it.
"Huh? Oh, right, right. Wait a moment, wait a moment."
Only then did the old man come to his senses.
Chu Jingming's death had left him so distraught that all he wanted was to leave, and he had forgotten to award the first-place prize.
With a flip of his hand, a transparent bottle appeared in his palm.
The bottle was filled with crimson sand. Scarlet light shimmered from the grains' surface, making them look incomparably beautiful.
"This is the Bloodthirst Essence, your prize for taking first place this time."
"Here."
Ye Lin accepted the bottle and looked at the red sand inside with some suspicion.
This thing was the Bloodthirst Essence?
Though he had never seen it before, they had better