"Oh! So you wanted to borrow Spirit Stones!" Wang Yan looked enlightened and hurriedly said, "Of course, of course! I'm new here, so I'll lend you some, senior brother. Consider it a way to make friends!" With that, he patted his Storage Bag, and a dozen or so intermediate spirit stones instantly appeared in his hand. He offered them to the cultivator. "Fifteen hundred should be enough, right?"
"Intermediate spirit stones!" Seeing what Wang Yan had taken out, all four cultivators sucked in a breath, crying out in astonishment and delight. They exchanged glances, but the pale-faced disciple did not take the stones. A cold glint flashed through his eyes as he reached for Wang Yan's Storage Bag instead. "You little brat! With that many Spirit Stones, you must have stolen them. Let your senior brother keep them safe!" The pale-faced disciple moved astonishingly fast, reaching Wang Yan's side in an instant.
With a smack, the pale-faced disciple snatched away the Storage Bag without Wang Yan putting up any resistance at all...
"Hey! Senior brother! I didn't steal those Spirit Stones!" Wang Yan said anxiously, looking as though he did not dare fight back.
"Hmph! I'll know whether you did once I take a look!" Delight showed on the pale-faced disciple's face as he snorted. He probed the Storage Bag with his divine sense, and his expression suddenly turned ecstatic. "So many Spirit Stones...!"
"How many?" the other disciples could not help asking.
"Tens of thousands...!" the pale-faced disciple said, barely able to contain his excitement.
"That many!" The others all sucked in a breath and cried out...
"Senior brother! My master gave me those Spirit Stones! You can't take them!" Wang Yan pleaded from the side.
"Hmph! What do you mean, your master's? These are mine!" the pale-faced disciple