The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his face brimming with pride as though he were an expert in this field.
Upon hearing this, the Man in Purple curled his lips in disdain, his face wearing a gloating expression as he mocked, "So your family has a mine, huh? But didn't you eat that mine empty?"
He had always despised people flaunting their wealth in front of him. What was more, this fellow was merely a down-and-out young master. For someone like him to dare show off his riches before him was simply absurd. What was there to be proud of about a wastrel who only knew how to squander money? Wasn't that shameful?
Hearing this, the Young Master in Blue Robe's expression turned somewhat ugly. With a trace of displeasure in his voice, he retorted, "What's wrong with you? You clearly know I don't like hearing such things, yet you insist on poking at my sore spot and rubbing salt into my wounds. That's going too far! I only wanted to tell you how precious the thing in that man's hand is. Why are you dragging me into this?"
"Alright, alright, it's all my fault, okay? Don't get angry! Since that's the case, let's hurry and follow that man. Once we find the right opportunity, we'll just snatch the treasure from his hands. Then we can split it between us. What do you say?"
The Man in Purple smiled indifferently and swiftly changed the subject. He did not want any unnecessary complications at this critical moment to affect their important business.
"Fine! Let's catch up to him quickly. Once we find a place with no one around, we'll stop him and snatch the thing from his hand. If we succeed, the two of us can live free