"If you don't want it, I'll give it to someone else later."
Seeing that the atmosphere had been set just right, Han Yu pretended to put the pill away.
Quick, stop me.
Just as his palm was closing and about to retract, the old Daoist finally grabbed Han Yu's hand.
This is professionalism.
People are just contrary by nature, and cultivators are no exception.
If you offer something for free, they may not want it.
But suddenly take it away, and they'll become conflicted.
The old Daoist was like that now. As a strong cultivator, he didn't really need any pill assistance.
Yet, Han Yu's pill offered capabilities. Although the side effects were a bit daunting, the extremely fortunate outcomes were equally enticing.
Such effects are undoubtedly useful to any cultivator, but in his hands, they could be even more impactful.
