The conversation between the men did not last long.
Due to the Bodhi Ancient Tree's natural rejection of Dou Saints, Lei Dong did not even have time to discuss the philosophy of life with Xiao Yan before he and his fishing theories were swiftly kicked out of the barrier.
Thus, nothing remained on the grounds but endless beast carcasses.
Although these Magical Beasts at the Dou Zun level and below were no longer of much use to Xiao Yan and the others, adhering to the Soul Hall principle of taking everything offered, they still harvested nearly a hundred thousand low- and mid-tier Magic Cores.
This was Xiao Yan's first time holding such enormous wealth, so much so that when Hun Ruoruo arrived, he rarefully held his head high for once.
"What? Now that you have money, you want to go solo?"
Hun Ruoruo glanced at the young man whose nose was practically turned up, speaking blandly.
Clearly, she still bore a grudge over Lei Dong's earlier lewd remarks.
"Going solo is out of the question."
Xiao Yan rubbed his nose, then looked toward the girl in her arms, who looked as though she had been defeated. "But according to our earlier bet, shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"
"..."
Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo snorted coldly and reluctantly flung Xun'er away.
Finally breaking free of the enchantress's demonic claws, Xun'er had no intention of speaking with either of them. Instead, like a startled little deer, her hair disheveled, she fled back to her own camp.
Watching Xun'er, whose beautiful eyes seemed ready to spit fire, a trace of amusement flashed through Hun Ruoruo's eyes. She said evenly, "Xun'er's dear brother, are you satisfied now?"
Yet unexpectedly, Xiao Yan did not compromise. Instead, as though copying her move, he wrapped an arm around