"Old fellow, do you really need to remind me? You think I can't see it?" Fire Elder grumbled discontentedly, but his tone softened immediately. "Just give it to me when the time comes, and I promise not to mention taking him as a disciple. After it's all over, I'll refine a few fourth-rank medicinal pills for you."

"Ten pills!" the Formation Elder demanded.

"You're robbing me! At most three pills," Fire Elder retorted angrily.

"Ten pills," the Formation Elder insisted.