Elder Jin was still drunk on his new sensations.
Especially when he was already accustomed to his new strength with no side effects whatsoever.
But hearing Noa's words, he stiffened.
The lingering effect from the spinner hadn't worn off, but hearing that the sect he had been part of his entire life was about to be sold like livestock stung his heart.
"You have the wrong impression of me and the Blooming Iron Sect," he replied, his voice wavering faintly.
"The sect isn't mine to sell. It belongs to its people, its disciples, its tradition and to the generations before us. It's not something that can be bought with money and toys."
The man continued.
Though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself as well.
"Toys?" Noa repeated, mocking. "You mean the artifact you just willingly paid a hundred spirit coins for and that helped you break through?"
Elder Jin clenched his fists.
Yet Noa still had more to say.
