"Actually, there was one Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma left before."
Ao Yin spoke slowly and evenly, with a trace of amused regret.
"A pity opportunity waits for no one. Dean Flender got there first, absorbed and refined it, and claimed that opportunity for himself."
Boom!
Those few words struck like thunder beside Yu Xiaogang's ears!
He froze where he stood, turned to stone. His body would not move, and his mind went blank.
He prided himself on knowing every Martial Soul Theory under heaven. He had read countless books, possessed unrivaled knowledge, and was hailed as the continent's foremost Grandmaster of theory. Yet when a supreme Immortal Herb had been placed before him, he had been blind to the treasure!
Tang San, meanwhile, was overcome with regret.
"Ah." Flender looked at his devastated expression and shook his head with a helpless sigh.
"Xiao Gang, you really need to reflect on that temperament of yours."
"You're too fixated, too sure of yourself. No one can help you. Even we're powerless."
Ao Yin stood to one side and merely shrugged. There was not a shred of sympathy in his eyes.
Earlier, he had sincerely handed out Immortal Herbs for everyone's benefit. Yu Xiaogang had been the one to step forward and condemn him in public.
Yu Xiaogang had insisted the Immortal Herbs were filthy shortcuts with fatal hidden dangers. He had accused Ao Yin of pulling up seedlings to make them grow, ruining the futures of talented youths.
But after watching everyone's cultivation surge and their bodies transform, the proud "Grandmaster" had swallowed his pride and humbly begged for an opportunity of his own.
That sharp reversal, that readiness to follow whichever way the wind blew, was repulsive to the core.
Ao Yin knew exactly where he stood.
Precious opportunities belonged to people