The moment Mo Chen's words fell, the pavilion was stirred like a cauldron set upon a fierce flame, voices rising and falling in waves.
"Truly, this person has gone mad. A peak grade Foundation Establishment pill, a cultivation manual, and a matching treasure of the Foundation realm. Does he think he's the long-lost bastard son of an Immortal Emperor?"
"Hmph, look at your sour grape expression. This Mo Chen fellow has just proven his Dao heart before all of us. If he enters a sect and becomes a Rank Two or maybe even a Rank Three refiner, the wealth he will generate across centuries will make these three items look like mere beggar's pride."
