More and more gathered to watch the spectacle.

The Polylore prime slightly regretted his previous words. He had wanted to win the confrontation through imposition and momentum alone. Alas, that wrong move had angered those from the Eternal Sacred Land.

“Alright, perhaps I misspoke. Little brother, you can at least spare five or ten for Polylore though, can’t you?”

Jiang Chen disliked the man’s greedy attitude. Was everyone from Polylore this grating? Did they not know how to talk like normal people?

“The Crowning Empyrean Pill is hard to produce. I have no plans to sell it to the public,” he retorted coldly.

The Polylore prime didn’t...