Seeing this, the surrounding disciples thought they had a chance and hurried to chime in, all talking over one another.
"Exactly! Senior Brother Chun, why worry about using up spiritual power? Just take a pill and you'll recover! Besides, your luck is soaring into the heavens today. Ride that momentum, and you might win another round!"
Han Fei still stood there with effortless grace. He said nothing, but a hint of anticipation shone in his eyes.
Elder Fu watched from the side, feeling increasingly that something was off.
Chun Xiaobai looked at Han Fei, then at Xu Wei. He pondered the matter with an air of great seriousness before nodding almost unconsciously.
"That... does seem to make sense. A couple of pills really would restore my energy."
Then he abruptly changed tack, frowning again. "But... why do I feel like... I'm getting the short end of the stick?"
He counted on his fingers, working it out aloud.
"I've got five Heavenly Prodigy Ranking disciples' Storage Bags to my name right now, and I'd be risking them just to get one person's Storage Bag..."
"Hiss... wouldn't I suffer a crushing loss if I lost?"
"Forget it, forget it." Chun Xiaobai waved a hand.
"We'll talk once I've used up all these treasures."
Huh?!
Everyone froze. How had this brat caught on?
A few hot-tempered disciples couldn't stand watching any longer. They pulled the Storage Bags from their waists and thrust them forward.
"Add mine! That should do it, right?"
"Yes! Add mine too!" Several others followed suit and took out their Storage Bags.
Delighted, Chun Xiaobai hurriedly activated his Treasure-Seeing Divine Eye and swept his gaze over them.
A second later, his enthusiasm vanished.
The green glow of wealth on these Storage Bags was thin as paper, barely an inch thick