"Master, if you're so rich, why did you join the Thieves' Sect?" Fang Ning asked, baffled. "Was it a hobby?"
Fang Ning had never been rich, but he'd heard that rich people got bored and started doing things no one else could understand.
The Thief King sighed. "Hobby, my ass. I became the Thief King first, and only later was I forced to become the president of the merchant association."
"What do you mean?" Fang Ning was confused.
"You've probably heard plenty of stories about your master. I won't bother telling you about the first half of my life."
"Mm-hmm." As a member of the Thieves' Sect, who hadn't heard the legends of the Thief King?
There were countless tales like "Sneaking into the Imperial Palace at Night," "Stealing Heaven and Replacing the Sun," and "The Mystery of the Missing Seal." But after the Thief King announced that he would steal from the headquarters of the Fallen Gold Money Merchant Association, all trace of him vanished. No one ever heard of him again.
"Back then, I'd entered the Tribulation Transcendence stage. I was arrogant and thought I could go anywhere in the world and steal anything I wanted."
"Especially after I'd successfully snuck into the Great Xia Imperial Palace and gotten back out. I didn't take anyone seriously. Before I stole anything, I'd even announce my plans in advance. Those forces would guard their treasures closely, but there was nothing they could do except watch me steal them."
"One of the Thieves' Sect's ancestral precepts forbids its members from targeting the Fallen Gold Money Merchant Association."
"By then, I was already the greatest thief in the world. I paid no heed to the ancestral precepts."
"So I snuck into the Fallen Gold Money Merchant Association to steal something—and ran into