The Heaven Crystal treasure was still stained with blood, carrying the lingering warmth of a human life. Yet that trace of warmth, like Qian Jin's life, quickly turned cold.
Mo Hua held the Heaven Crystal, his gaze somewhat complicated.
Dashan and the scholar both glanced at the Heaven Crystal in Mo Hua's hand, a flicker of greed in their eyes, but they quickly withdrew their gazes.
Young Master Mo was an Array Master. No one dared say anything about him taking that Heaven Crystal.
Only...
Dashan looked at Old Mo, then at Qian Jin lying in a pool of blood, already cold through and through, and frowned.
"Old Mo, why did you kill him?"
The scholar sighed as well. "If you didn't want to give him a share of the Heaven Crystal, you could have just made him hand it over. Why did you have to kill him?"
Old Mo remained unmoved, his expression calm.
"If it were some petty gain, then so be it. But Heaven Crystals are different. How could someone who put in no real effort expect a share of such a treasure?"
Then Old Mo sneered. "Don't blame me for being practical. So long as a person is alive, they should at least be of some use."
"He was useless the whole way, did a few odd jobs, and still had the nerve to stuff a Heaven Crystal into his pocket. If he didn't die, who would?"
The scholar said nothing more.
Qian Jin had been a newcomer to begin with and was not close to any of them. Besides, when Jade Spring Pavilion's girls had been mentioned earlier, his frivolous words had already displeased the scholar. Now that he was dead, the scholar could not be bothered to ask further.
Dashan did not take it