The absolute silence that followed "Mo Liu's" sudden departure was heavier than the defensive arrays shielding the estate.
For several breaths, no one in the hall moved.
The lingering aroma of the Pure Flow Pills hung sweetly in the air, a cruel contrast to the muffled, vibrating thuds of the angry mob still battering the compound's outer walls.
Cao Yan slowly rose from his knees, his movements stiff, like an old man whose joints had turned to stone.
His bloodshot eyes shifted from the empty space where the dark-robed expert had just stood to the velvet-lined wooden crate resting on the center of the table.
"Patriarch..." the finance elder squeaked, his voice cracking with a terrifying mixture of greed and dread.
"One hundred vials... for free. The purity alone... if we distribute these to the high-stage rogue leaders outside right now, we can buy ourselves a few days! We can appease the vanguard!"
