"Grandpa, you're not planning to trade the sect's supplies for jars, are you?"
Shock appeared in Huyan Li's eyes. He had vaguely guessed what Huyan Zhen was thinking.
"That's exactly what I intend."
Huyan Zhen nodded firmly. "Li, go back right now and bring all the supplies from the camp. Those are a year's worth of supplies for our Elephant Armor Sect. They're worth quite a bit."
"Sect Master Huyan, are you sure you want to trade your supplies for jars?"
Even Salas, standing nearby, could no longer bear to watch. He frowned and asked, "Have you considered what your Elephant Armor Sect will eat and drink over the next year without those supplies?"
"Of course I have. Even if I fail, it doesn't matter. We're living people with working hands and feet. Surely we won't starve to death?"
"But if I get a treasure that lets me break through, it'll be a different story..."
"Once I become a Titled Douluo, the Elephant Armor Sect's standing will rise with the tide. The resources we can obtain will be worlds apart from what we have now! Even if I join Spirit Hall in the future, I can become an elder straight away, answering only to His Holiness the Pope!"
As Huyan Zhen spoke, blazing flames seemed to burn in his eyes.
That was something called ambition.
No one was a fool who would see a pit ahead and still insist on jumping into it.
Huyan Zhen might have seemed impulsive, but he had made his own calculations.
"What we spend today is an investment in the future. The Elephant Armor Sect has lain dormant for so long, and now we've finally seen hope of rising!"
Huyan Li understood Huyan Zhen's reasoning and stopped questioning him.
Indeed.
How could supplies worth a