So, Lin Dongfang said to them,"alright, let's not talk about this. You haven't eaten, right?" Let's go, I'll treat you guys to some wine at widow Wang's snack bar. It's been a long time since we've had meat!"
Old Lin's words made the three old ancestors speechless. Go to a small restaurant to eat meat? Did Lin Dongfang have to be so pathetic? He was a heavenly path expert, but he had actually fallen to the point where he had to go to a snack bar for a meal. This was simply inconceivable.
However, they didn't dare to say anything. As far as they were concerned, old Lin didn't go and get money because he wanted to train Lin Yi. "No need, no need. We'll treat you to a meal, master," the ghastly patriarch said hurriedly. "This small amount of money is nothing to our sect."
The ghastly patriarch didn't put on any pretense. What he said was the truth. The blood-clad yellow spring sect was an assassin organization in the world of cultivation. They had plenty of money.
