"Do you think that we are toys that you can just play around, Young Master Clark?!"
"This is absolutely unforgivable!"
"We have wasted a lot of our time already!"
"You must repay us, Young Master Clark!"
"Give us spirit stones in exchange for our time!"
"Indeed, we demand some spirit stones as compensation for our troubles!"
"Spirit stones!"
"Spirit stones!"
"Spirit stones!"
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The chorus of angry voices drowned any response that Clark was about to say. Indeed, he never even tried as he just stood there with an amused look on his face.
Like always, he woke up at 12 in the afternoon which has been his usual schedule since he arrived in this xianxia world.
But unlike this past peaceful month and some spare days, the gathered disciples have finally realized that they might have been waiting for nothing outside Young Master Clark's mansion.