The discussion hall was silent.
"That Sima You Yue!" Yang Wei cursed between his teeth with veins popping out on his forehead, which showed how angry he was.
"No one would try to copy her if she didn't recommend He Zhen Zhang to pass the saint medicine to the Xuan Yuan Pavilion. We should have eliminated her a few days ago if we knew it earlier!" An Elder said.
"There's no point bringing this up now. Patriarch, we should think of a way to get all those things." The other Elder was more rational.
"We can't go against the Xuan Yuan Pavilion. We can only bid for it now. We must get that antique saint medicine no matter how much it is!" Yang Wei heart ached just thinking of how much they had to spend.
Fortunately, the higher ups would give them a little support. They wouldn't be able to get it with their current wealth.
"Patriarch, it's best we segregate everyone as it might attract unnecessary problems if they know we have it."
