"Old Yu, what do you say?"
Wang Lai spoke to the elderly, dark-skinned, wiry old cultivator.
Old Yu jumped in fright and waved his hands repeatedly.
"No, no, I don't dare steal from the Lu Family's mines..."
Wang Lai sneered. "What's there to be afraid of? The bold die stuffed, the timid die hungry. The Lu Family rides on our heads, making us suffer and toil, selling our lives for them. Meanwhile, they bask in glory and riches while we can barely afford food. What does it matter if we steal a little of their ore?"
Wang Lai wore an expression as if he were thinking entirely of Old Yu's welfare.
Old Yu's gaze was wary, and he still shook his head.
Wang Lai looked displeased but patiently said, "Don't worry. The Lu Family won't find out."
"How do you know?" Old Yu asked cautiously.
"We'll go in the middle of the night, when gods won't know and ghosts won't notice." Wang Lai lowered his voice. "And I've bought off the Lu Family cultivators. They'll turn a blind eye..."
"That's Secret Mine ore, the Lu Family's treasured stock. Who knows how many good things are in there?"
"We won't dig much, just one or two pieces. Once we sell them, we can trade them for a huge pile of Spirit Stones..."
Bit by bit, Wang Lai tempted him.
Old Yu was clearly moved, but after glancing at Wang Lai, he still shook his head.
He could not trust Wang Lai's character.
He knew exactly what sort of person Wang Lai was.
Wang Lai urged him again. "Aren't you short on Spirit Stones?"
Old Yu nodded. "Who in this Mine Mountain isn't short on Spirit Stones?"
"You're different," Wang Lai said. "Your little grandson has an excellent Spirit Root, but he