"Trade?" Yang Lingtian laughed.
"That's right." The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion elder stroked his beard, wearing an air of compassion for all under heaven.
"The Mysterious Dragon Divine Emperor Tomb is an ancient relic. It must be filled with all kinds of dangers."
"Young friend, there are only a few of you, and you are badly outnumbered. Even if you open the tomb door, you may still have trouble dealing with the dangers inside."
"How about this? Hand over the key to opening the tomb door, and all of us can open it together."
"When the time comes, we'll divide the treasures inside equally among everyone. How does that sound?"
"That way, everyone's safety will be guaranteed, and we'll all share in the opportunity. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"
That old bastard certainly made it sound righteous—what equal division, what sharing the opportunity.
To put it bluntly, he just wanted to rob them in broad daylight.
"Hahahaha!"
Hearing this, Yang Dingtian once again couldn't hold back his laughter. He laughed so hard he bent forward and backward.
"Old thing, did you leave your brain at home when you went out? Equal division? Who do you think you are?"
"My brother and I worked our asses off to find these treasures. Why should we split them equally with a bunch of parasites like you?"
"If you ask me, scram while you still can. Then Grandpa might spare your miserable lives."
"But if you keep yapping here, believe it or not, Grandpa will twist your heads off and use them as chamber pots!"
"You!"
The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion elder was so enraged that his face turned livid, and he could no longer maintain his immortal, otherworldly bearing.
"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
"Fellow