Having been tormented nearly to death on their journey, Wangcai and Li Ji harbored a twisted, vicious hatred. Hearing Lin Yun's words now, the two of them were overcome with vindictive glee.
With sinister smiles, they advanced on the trio. Moments later, at the hands of Wangcai and Li Ji, the three let out bloodcurdling screams like pigs being slaughtered. The sounds were utterly wretched.
Ignoring them, Lin Yun turned his gaze to the Anti-Aging Grass. There were six stalks in total. If exchanged for Low Grade Primordial Stones, they would be worth at least ten thousand.
Lin Yun didn't know the exact demand for Anti-Aging Grass among the noblewomen of the Capital City, but he was certain that no woman would turn it down.
The pig-like screams echoed endlessly. A full hour passed before Wangcai and Li Ji finally stopped. By the time they were done, the three students from the lesser class were completely disfigured.
