"Many thanks, Pill King Lu." The Skinny Lama hurriedly swallowed the Curse-Vow Pill and swore the oath as instructed. At first, he had been heartbroken to see Lu Xiaotian strip him of everything he had stored away, but after seeing that the Ice-Crown Crocodile Demon had suffered the same fate, the Skinny Lama—Yin Baleful Venerable—felt much more balanced.
Although his collection contained many rare spiritual materials, and his entire life's savings had been inside, Lu Xiaotian had taken everything without leaving even a single coin behind. The Skinny Lama was unwilling to accept it, but then he remembered that the Master of the Moyan Academy and his portly senior brother had both fallen. After all those years of development, the Moyan Academy still possessed considerable foundations.
Once he made a trip to the Scarlet Moon Desert and returned, he could take over some of the industries and hidden forces controlled by Moyan Academy. Those losses could still be made up later. Compared with his, the Ice-Crown Crocodile Demon's losses were far more devastating.
The four of them had joined forces to deal with Lu Xiaotian this time. When all was said and done, his fate had been the best. Aside from suffering a fright and running one errand for Lu Xiaotian, he seemed to be the only person besides Lu Xiaotian to have benefited from this upheaval.
At this thought, the Skinny Lama's mind began to stir again. The wealth sources left behind by the Master of the Moyan Academy were substantial. They might not cause problems in the short term, but given enough time, they would inevitably attract the covetous eyes of other old monsters. When the Master of the Moyan Academy had been around, things had been easy—he had been able to suppress all the heroes, and ordinary