Iron Abacus stood at the entrance to the Treasure Vault, hesitating for the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
The door was unlocked.
But he did not dare push it open.
Because once he did, a huge chunk of his treasures would be gone.
"Iron Hall Master."
The cautious voice of the disciple guarding the vault came from behind him.
"The Sect Master said to pick quickly. Stop dawdling."
Iron Abacus turned and glared at the disciple.
"What are you rushing me for? It's not your stuff!"
The disciple shrank his neck and took two steps back.
"The Sect Master also said that if you delay important business, it'll be deducted from your salary."
Iron Abacus's face stiffened.
Then he abruptly turned around and shoved open one of the Treasure Vault's doors.
The hinges let out a miserable creak.
He stood in the doorway and looked inside.
The vault was filled with treasures glowing in different colors beneath the dusk light. Spirit Stones were piled into small mountains, Dharma Artifacts were stacked in neat rows, bottles of Alchemical Pills lined the shelves, and Artifact Forging Materials were sorted into boxes according to their properties.
Iron Abacus took a deep breath and strode inside.
Should he take them or not?
If he did not, Taiyi would not be able to hold on over there.
If he did, his heart would ache.
Caught between those two choices, Iron Abacus's brows furrowed deeply, his lips pressed into a straight line, and his fingers unconsciously flicked the beads of his abacus, producing a rapid clatter.
At last, he gritted his teeth.
Take them!
It was not as if they would not be returned!
Iron Abacus began stuffing things wildly into his Storage Bags.
Spirit Stones—take them!
Dharma Artifacts—take them!
Alchemical Pills—take