In Zong Yi's eyes, whatever means Luo Zheng had used to discover this desolate bone was irrelevant. The key was that this kid was someone he could manipulate at will.
After Luo Zheng pulled out the desolate bone, he activated the Sumeru Ring on his hand and gently stowed it away.
A huge piece of desolate bone was immediately taken into the Sumeru Space.
Luo Zheng then looked up at Zong Yi on the edge of the pit before flying up from below.
"Kid, your luck isn't bad," Zong Yi said, staring at Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng smiled faintly. "It really was luck."
Seeing how calm Luo Zheng looked, Zong Yi's brows creased slightly. Was this fellow merely pretending to be composed, or was he not as simple as he appeared?
Zong Yi had entered the Eternal Desolate Plains year after year and was no stranger to living on the edge of the blade. He had seen plenty of people who disguised themselves as pigs to eat tigers.
But Luo Zheng's cultivation hadn't been concealed. He really was merely a fledgling Desolate God, with no powerful strength to rely on...
At this thought, a grim look spread across Zong Yi's face. "It can't be called luck. I brought you here, and you dug up the desolate bone here, so naturally I get a share. That's the rule I established."
"The rule you established?" Luo Zheng glanced at Mi Qing and Ji Ming in the distance, then asked, "Does that mean they have to give you a share too?"
Zong Yi gave a sinister laugh. "They're them, and you're you. Why are you spouting so much nonsense? Since I saw that piece of desolate bone, you have to give me a cut!"
Mi Qing and Ji Ming were about as strong