Therion, his pride wounded, stepped forward, eyes blazing with fury. "Ancestor, with all due respect, this human has used external aid to gain his enlightenment. We are pure in our intentions and have not relied on any enhancements."
Following his example, the other elves also started grumbling one after the other, greed shining through their eyes.
"Ancestor, we've dedicated our lives to our crafts and the elven legacy. How can an outsider come and surpass us so easily?"
"Elder, if I had the herb I could have also attained a Dao seed."
"I would have only needed half of that herb."
"Yes. Yes. Any elf would have been more talented than that human being."
"Elder, please force him to hand over all the herbs to us!"
"Hear! Hear! Strip him and ask him to hand over all of his treasures!"
