Ying Lin was like a deflated balloon, his shoulders slumping. He felt as if his ghost life had lost all purpose.
"What a pity." He smacked his lips. The abundant yin energy put him in an exceptionally good mood. It was just a shame that such a delicacy would be hard to come by in the future.
"Think about your pennant and Merit," Pei Ye told him. "Eating a Fake Yin Messenger only gives you a temporary thrill once it is digested and absorbed. The pennant and Merit, on the other hand, will keep you thrilled indefinitely."
Comparing the two, the pennant and Merit were obviously the better choice. Ying Lin nodded in agreement.
"That makes sense."
The pennant was for himself, while rewards like Merit, mortal lifespan, and financial Qi Fortune were for his family. At this thought, Ying Lin swallowed hard, suppressing his fierce ghost urge to feed.
Dan Shi stood to the side, full of doubts, but she didn't dare casually interrupt the big shot's conversation.
