Conflict
Editor: Henyee Translations
Ling Han decided to roll with the punches. Although the sect was flooded with rumors that demonized him, those who were objective and intelligent would be able to see through them easily. Ling Han believed that those who were talented enough to enter the Majestic Heaven Sect were all relatively smart people. Thus, such rumors would eventually run out of steam.
He still went to the Mo Clan Establishment as planned, and he sold them a large number of alchemical pills. He also made a copy of a pill recipe. It was an ancient recipe, and it was very likely that it was already lost in the outside world. Thus, he could probably sell it for a good price.
Regarding the Thousand Source True Fluid, he decided to sell it as well.
'Don't you really want these, Gao Huang? Well, I'm not going to give them to you, and I'm even going to make you lose face.'
Ling Han genuinely didn't need these four drops of Thousand Source True Fluid.