"What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist?"
Master Jinhong's white brows furrowed, and he turned his head with a sharp sweep. His face was filled with displeasure, and even his voice sank somewhat.
"No need to be angry, Master. Yi Lan merely said it casually. Perhaps I am measuring a gentleman's belly with a petty man's heart, but Yi Lan asks himself: if I happened by chance to learn such a secret, I would absolutely never share it with anyone else." Xianmu Yi Lan folded away his fan and spoke with a smile.
Lin Xuan also nodded in approval. This doubt had likewise been circling in his heart for a long time. Though the people present had always had decent relations, with the temperament of immortal cultivators—who would never rise early without profit—who would be willing to foolishly share a treasure within arm's reach with others?
Jin Yi and Fairy Mingquan looked at each other, and a trace of doubt also flashed through their eyes.
"So that is what you were worried about. Benefactor, you are overthinking it." Master Jinhong shook his head with a bitter smile. "If I could have succeeded in taking the treasure alone, this old monk naturally would not have invited all of you fellow Daoists. To tell you the truth, benefactor, after this old monk obtained the clue, he spent several years of bitter effort before finding the Danyue Sect's secret headquarters. I have already gone there once."
"Oh? In those earlier years, Master was always out wandering the clouds. Could it be..." After Jin Yi heard this, a look of understanding appeared on his face, and he spoke thoughtfully.
"Shameful, shameful. This old monk was also driven by greed and went alone to the place depicted on the map. Unfortunately, the restrictions there