The Four-Colored Seal had looked extraordinary from the start. Now, immortal energy flowed around it, and most remarkable of all, the gale sweeping across the sky parted as it neared the seal, bending around it as if forced to take a detour.
"This brat's trying to sow discord. Such a paltry trick, and he dares show it off? Why don't I, Tu Ming, take care of this scoundrel first, then we can divide the treasure?"
The speaker was a tall young man, Tu Ming, the sect master of the Thousand Mountains Sect.
"Unwise, unwise. Brother Tu's Divine Art of Burning a Thousand Mountains is far too overbearing. Wouldn't it be a pity if you destroyed this treasure?"
"I say I should take the trouble. My Thousand Silk Pendant is the softest and finest—just the thing for this moment."
"I say none of us should act rashly. If we destroy the Mystical Treasure, who gets to claim it?"
"..."
For a time, opinions clashed, and the crowd grew noisy.
Tu Ming had indeed pointed out that Xu Yi was trying to sow discord. But Xu Yi was using an open, aboveboard strategy; he had no fear of being called out.
The seven of them each had their own designs. Before the benefits were laid before them, perhaps they could have worked together to deal with Xu Yi, their great enemy.
But now that Xu Yi had displayed the Four-Colored Seal for all to see, with such enormous profit at stake, there was simply no way they could avoid falling apart.
"Everyone, isn't all this bickering exactly what that scoundrel wants? There's only one treasure, but seven households. I say we first agree on how to divide the benefits, then discuss the rest."
The one who spoke was Guo Guangxiao.
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