"Why?" Yan Hong's expression was filled with grief and indignation as his gaze swept over the sixteen young men one by one.
"I, Yan Hong, have never mistreated you. When it came to teaching the Martial Dao, I held nothing back. So why have you betrayed me?"
Guilt showed on the faces of the sixteen youths. They all turned away, daring not to meet Yan Hong's eyes.
"What, you can't even figure this out?" Qian Duoduo laughed. "Don't you know I have a nickname? 'Big Spender.'"
"There's nothing in this world that money can't solve. And if there is, it just means you need to offer double, triple, ten, a hundred, or a thousand times the price! How else do you think these thousands of experts got here?"
"Which disciple in the Imperial Academy doesn't harbor ambitions? Do you think simply not mistreating them and your so-called 'holding nothing back' can satisfy their ambitions? You can't, but I can. I have the financial power to bankroll their dreams!"
