The white robe of the youth from the Central Plains was embroidered with golden threaded clouds, a symbol of the Core Disciple of Green Water Lake.
This status was even higher than that of a branch Elder.
"Did you not hear what I said?" the youth in the white robe frowned.
"Fine, supply your own materials, plus a handling fee of three million Mid Grade Spirit Stones," Lin Xuan responded indifferently.
He didn't really want to refine medicine for these people, hence the outrageous price.
"What? Three million Spirit Stones as a fee?" the crowd was shocked.
"That's pretty bold to say!"
"Is this kid crazy from poverty?"
"Who knows? He has just disrespected a Core Disciple of Green Water Lake; this kid is in trouble!"
The group whispered among themselves, knowing that the disciples of Green Water Lake would not let this go.
As expected, the expression of the youth in the white robe darkened upon hearing Lin Xuan's words.