The outer disciple's monthly elixir had only residue left.
Lin Feng clutched the empty medicine bag, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
The laughter around them was harsh.
"Hey, isn't this the 'wonder' Junior Brother Lin that our Qingyun Sect has only seen for a century?"
The bitter voice belongs to Xu Mao, the external steward.
"Why, this month's 'offerings' aren't enough to feed you, this loser?"
Lin Feng's face was expressionless, he was already used to this kind of humiliation.
