Lin Haoyu's father tried to leave with the dregs of the Soul Resurrection Grass, but Uncle Long blocked their way.
"Stop right there!" Uncle Long said coldly, with a greedy gleam in his eyes.
Lin Haoyu's father was startled, quickly protecting the dregs in his arms and staring at Uncle Long warily: "What do you want? This is mine, you can't take it!"
Uncle Long sneered, making no effort to hide his intentions: "Do you really think this stuff can bring your wife back to life? Don't be naive. It's just a facade the Qingyi Sect uses to deceive the world."
Lin Haoyu's father's face changed. He knew the Soul Resurrection Grass might be fake, but he still chose to believe it to save his wife.
Now hearing Uncle Long's words, he was somewhat annoyed.
Without hesitation, he prepared to forcefully leave with the item; after all, he hadn't come alone today, and it wasn't an impossibility.
Uncle Long chuckled coldly, "Lin, if you don't drink a toast, you'll drink a forfeit."
