Everyone from Luosheng Gate was seething with rage. Deacon Lin's bias was far too obvious. When he saw the Demon Slaying Branch, he did not charge them a single spirit stone. There were more than ten of them—at the price quoted to Luosheng Gate, would that not have cost over ten thousand top-grade spirit stones?
As for Luosheng Gate, they had gone through untold hardships and spent three thousand top-grade spirit stones just to obtain one slot. And they still had to be placed behind the Demon Slaying Branch.
By now, everyone wanted nothing more than to give Deacon Lin a good slap across the face upon seeing that smug expression of his.
They had seen snobs before, but never one this snobbish.
Yet for Yang Chen, whether they went a few days earlier or later did not matter. As long as he had enough time to make it to the Dao Discussion Convention, it was fine.
Just as he had said from the beginning, they would endure for now and settle the score when they had the chance. There was no need to fall out over their present anger; even if they did, it would bring them no benefit.
Seeing Yang Chen agree, Deacon Lin finally relaxed. He had truly feared that these country bumpkins would fly into a rage and cause trouble, tarnishing his image before the people from the Demon Slaying Branch.
"I say, Deacon Lin, we must be the first to challenge the Trial Tower. There should be no issue with that, right? We came to challenge the Trial Tower in preparation for the Dao Discussion Convention. Surely you understand how important that is." Bai Hecheng glanced at the people of Luosheng Gate, immediately lost interest, and spoke to Deacon Lin.
Deacon Lin hurriedly said with