Lin Yi indeed wanted to extort some good stuff from Jian Feidao as a reward, but he didn't expect to extort something as good as Half-Saint Blood.
"Two drops."
Lin Yi held up two fingers, "One drop is too little, not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth."
Jian Feidao's expression suddenly darkened, "You brat, don't be too greedy. Do you think this is a farmers market, where you can haggle?"
"Just one drop, take it or leave!"
Seeing Jian Feidao's reaction, Lin Yi could only sigh helplessly, "I didn't expect that after selecting carefully, I would end up with such a stingy Master."
"Well! Who asked me to be a righteous youth with the Eastern Domain at heart? I'll accept just one drop!"
After speaking, Lin Yi turned and walked away without looking back.
Watching Lin Yi's retreating back, Jian Feidao felt a pang of pain in his heart, "I knew it long ago, taking a disciple is a losing deal, sigh, I fell for those old scoundrels' trick!"
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