Truth Was Not Folly; Knowledge Ought to Circulate

"Doctor, are you searching for divinity?"

Amid the scrutiny of the crowd, the Blind Man broke the silence. She turned toward Wang Mou with a smile, her tightly shut eyes seeming to radiate a mysterious gleam as she invited him to respond to Morabik's question.

This answer was crucial. It might even determine whether Wang Mou, who stood blocking everyone's path, could continue being a teammate fighting alongside them during the trial ahead. After all, Cheng Shi and the Fire Keeper had also come for the Abyssal Crystals. If they simply watched the divinity that should have been theirs get "picked up," even if the Fire Keeper did not want to cause trouble, Clown certainly would not agree.

Yes, anything ownerless should belong to whoever discovered it. But the problem was that you had taken away the clue I found at the inn, then snatched the crystal I wanted right out from under me. However you looked at it, wasn't that basically setting a trap for me?

Cheng Shi had a headache. He knew the Abyssal Crystal could never belong exclusively to him, but he could not let the Truth believer enjoy it all by himself either. At the very least, splitting it in half upon meeting was only fair. Thus, from the moment he heard Morabik speak, he had been thinking about how to preserve his own share—at most, along with the other half belonging to the two Fire Keepers—from an Assassin's hands.

Qin Xin and the Blind Man were also weighing the situation. They both wanted to know what this Truth teammate actually intended to do.

And just then, something that left everyone utterly dumbfounded happened. Wang Mou seemed to have no intention of keeping the spoils from the mine all to himself. He took eleven Abyssal Crystals