Beneath the sweeping snowstorm lay endless frost.
"...I think I know why you came looking for them."
Watching someone walk out of the treehouse beside him, Ke Nai wore a rather subtle expression.
"So you lost money, and now you're thinking of coming here to mooch off them, right?"
"Don't insult my nobility with your shallowness."
Giving Ke Nai a glance, Bai Zhi curled his lip.
"Tell me, how much money could these poor bastards possibly have on them?"
"But even a mosquito is still meat."
Blinking, Ke Nai met his gaze with complete confidence.
"You can remember a single One Yuan Coin for so long. Not to mention, what these people have contributed far exceeds one yuan. Don't forget, I know you very well."
Bai Zhi: "..."
...I had to find a way to stuff this guy into the pot.
"Let me ask you a question."
"Huh? What question?"
"Do you know how Yang Xiu died?"
"Uh..."
Amid the swirling snowstorm, the conversation between Bai Zhi and Ke Nai gradually faded into the wind, only to be completely buried beneath the accumulating snow.
Bai Zhi admitted that while he did somewhat intend to make a little extra money while he was at it, his primary goal was still to recover these unstable factors as much as possible, lest they become hidden dangers.
Yeah... just pretend you believe that.
In any case, with the intelligence previously obtained by the shadow guards through their self-sacrificing efforts, Bai Zhi's recovery operation went remarkably smoothly.
Other than the fact that navigating the map was somewhat difficult, there were no major issues. These Cultivators scattered across the Wilderness were not particularly strong to begin with, so most incidents ended peacefully.
Even when they occasionally encountered one or two troublemakers, the absolute gap in strength