Wan Huawen tactfully refused Yang Yu's request. On the one hand, it indeed wasn't a decision he could make on his own, and on the other, he was genuinely worried that people would come to the Daoist School not to learn martial arts, but to covet the Racial Essence of the Blood Lion Clan.
Yang Yu suggested, "If you're afraid of that happening, just make the difficulty of obtaining it so high that ordinary people can't reach it."
Wan Huawen's gaze hardened; he found Yang Yu's behavior perplexing. Wasn't making the hurdle higher just making things more difficult for oneself?
"What do you mean?"
To a player, high difficulty was never the issue; the issue was the lack of any way to acquire it.
If Yang Yu could obtain the Racial Essence of the Blood Lion through legitimate means, he wouldn't want to risk pilfering stealthily.
"Just as the words imply. By increasing the difficulty, many will be deterred, but those who truly want your clan's Racial Essence will give it their all."
