Though time was pressing, Lin Xuan did not dare act rashly. His face, however, was filled with vigilance, almost as if he were facing a great enemy.
And that was indeed the case. Although obtaining the treasure would still take some twists and turns, there was no doubt that the treasure was here. Faced with an Immortal's relics, never mind that Lin Xuan and Wang Tinglou had never met before and had no friendship whatsoever—even friends would, nine times out of ten, turn on each other.
With profit before their eyes, how many cultivators could truly remain pure of heart and free of desire?
At a time like this, there was no reason to talk of principles, much less any rule of first come, first served. Whoever had the strength would see the treasure fall into their hands.
The law of the jungle—the cultivation world had been this way since ancient times.
Wang Tinglou's gaze swept across Lin Xuan's face, and a trace of surprise likewise appeared in his eyes. He had not expected this boy to have beaten him to it.
Yet unlike Lin Xuan, who was full of vigilance, his face showed an easy smile, as if wisdom pearls were in his grasp, or perhaps for some other reason.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, are you interested in cooperating with me?" Wang Tinglou spoke, unexpectedly.
"Cooperating?" Lin Xuan was stunned, and a somewhat odd look appeared on his face.
"That's right, cooperating. You and I join hands to get rid of that Ancient Demon," Wang Tinglou said calmly.
"Hmph. Did you not come here together with the Ancient Demon?"
"Why ask what you already know, Fellow Daoist? With your shrewdness, can you really not see that I was only feigning compliance with that beast? Now that we have seen the