The wild boar demon, fuming with indignation, offered up his Sumeru ring. The bearded man snatched it away and swept it with his divine sense. When he found scarcely any spiritual treasures inside, his rage exploded. "You went into the Dark Demon Mound and came out with so little? And you have the nerve to show your face?"
"Big Brother, I'm already satisfied just to have made it out alive. How could I ask for more?" the wild boar demon said with a pained, porcine face.
"Useless. All that size, and it's gone to waste," the bearded man muttered.
The wild boar demon's blood surged at the insult. He nearly lost control and went straight at the bearded man.
"Enough. This demon-race friend is right. Just making it out alive was no easy feat. Look how many experts from the various races perished in the Dark Demon Mound or became tomb spirits." The blue-faced elder waved a hand. After checking that the wild boar demon wasn't hiding any other Sumeru rings or similar spatial treasures, he had no desire to waste more time on him—there was no profit to be had. He told the bearded man to take half the wild boar demon's spiritual treasures, then let him go.
That was easy enough. The wild boar demon gave a quiet snort and unhurriedly left the blue-faced elder's group's sight. He was secretly wondering whether Lu Xiaotian had made it out yet. Still, the fact that he hadn't heard a single stir was good news. Either Lu Xiaotian was still inside the Dark Demon Mound, or he had come out but hadn't been spotted yet. Either way, it was a good thing.
"Could it be you can't bear to leave?" The wild boar demon had gone a little farther and was