Young Master Feng's expression changed abruptly. "Third Brother Liu, you can't just say things like that! Watch your head."
Young Master Liu's round face turned cool. "Second Brother Feng, I think you're worrying too much. So what if it's an Ancient Martial Tomb? By rights, it should be reported, but using it as a treasure vault to reward newly appointed sect masters doesn't count as overstepping. There are precedents for this; nobody can say a thing. You and I are newly appointed sect masters. What's wrong with coming to the vault to redeem treasures? Put your mind at ease. Never mind that Uncle Feng is currently Deputy Director Cao's favorite; even my father alone could smooth this over."
Young Master Feng's expression eased somewhat. He patted Young Master Liu on the shoulder and said, "Third Brother, that's all true, but caution keeps a ship sailing for ten thousand years. The danger lies within, not without. There are enormous interests at stake, and you and I aren't the only ones connected to this. Plenty of people are green with envy. Who knows if they'll stir up a huge mess? We brothers should just keep quiet and make our fortune."
Young Master Liu nodded. "Second Brother is right. I'm just curious, that's all. I heard this tomb is eight thousand years old. By my reckoning, it dates back to the Archaic Martial Period. You know what those years were like: cultivation had already flourished, but it was nowhere near as prosperous as it is now. There probably isn't much else worth looking forward to. But my father told me that the cultivation methods from that age were mostly developed by cultivators through their own exploration, with little reference to those who came before or to their contemporaries. If any methods have survived,