As for being completely unfamiliar with the cultivators traveling with him, and whether they might turn against him after finding the treasure, Lin Xuan did not care in the slightest.
After all, he was not truly a Dongxuan Realm cultivator. If the others behaved themselves, then fine—if no one offended him, and as long as no heaven-defying treasure appeared, Lin Xuan would not turn hostile.
But if they harbored evil intentions and meant to harm him, then they would be seeking their own deaths.
What Lin Xuan did not know was that, in a Secret Chamber several streets away from him, the goatee-bearded old man and the white-haired Old Crone were also discussing something in low voices.
"Hmph, that Lin boy agreed so readily. Do you think he can be trusted?"
"What does it matter whether he can be trusted or not? Do you think this old man truly intends to cooperate with him? That boy is nothing more than an expendable pawn I brought in. If we encounter danger on the Cold Soul Ice Plain, he can be abandoned at any time."
The old man surnamed Fan shed his pleasant manner, and his vicious voice entered her ears. "What's more, even if our luck is truly good and we find the treasure safe and sound, do you think that Little Fellow will have any chance to share a spoonful of the soup? Rest assured, this old man has calculated everything..."
"Calculated everything?"
A hint of mockery appeared on the white-haired Old Crone's face. "I advise you to leave yourself more paths of retreat in all things. Don't truly think you're the smartest one. As the saying goes, planning lies with man, success lies with Heaven. The things of this world are not something you can explain clearly so