In the great hall.
Cultivators gathered in droves.
Shen Ye stood in the center, heaving a sigh of worry.
No choice.
The Sect Leader had just given a reason for refusal, which sounded high-sounding:
"The magical beasts in the dungeon are the properties of the Sect, and their treasures also belong to the Sect."
"You need to find one hundred and eight treasures on your own."
Fair enough.
After all, the magical beasts belonged to the Sect, and it was already generous enough to let him use them.
"Right."
"Before you find all of them, as long as you don't live stream—"
"I'll consider that you've already collected fifty-four treasures!"
"How about that?"
These were the Sect Leader's very words.
Shen Ye looked around, seeing the eager eyes of everyone, how could he not understand their thoughts?
Since the number of treasures was halved—
"Fine, I'll heed the Sect Leader's words."
He revealed an obedient smile.