"What? He actually has that many spiritual treasures? And he gave them all away? You're not joking, are you?"
Ming Tao raised his wine cup, took a light sip, and shook his head. He simply couldn't believe it.
More than sixty mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures—that was no small number.
Even his own master probably didn't have that many treasures.
He himself had only four Innate Spiritual Treasures in total.
After all, innate treasures were limited in number.
They weren't things one could simply obtain whenever one wanted.
"Island Master Ming Tao, it's true! I saw it with my own eyes. You must have felt that powerful surge of treasure energy just now, right? That was the aura of more than sixty spiritual treasures gathered together. There's no mistake, no mistake!"
As Ming Tao's subordinate spoke, he, too, looked as though he could hardly believe it, as if he had only just come to his senses after being dazed.
Hearing Lei Ya say this, Ming Tao gradually put away his joking expression.
Lei Ya would never lie to him about something like this.
He had followed Ming Tao for hundreds of thousands of years, and had never deceived him about anything.
Ming Tao's breathing grew faster. His scaled right hand tightened around his wine cup, and his eyes slowly turned bloodshot.
"Lei Ya! What if we take him..."
Ming Tao stopped halfway through, but waves stirred in his heart, and a smile crept onto his lips. He felt as though he had stumbled upon a vast treasure vault.
"My lord! We mustn't! We mustn't do it now!" Lei Ya hurriedly tried to dissuade him. After hundreds of thousands of years together, he knew exactly what Ming Tao was planning.
"Why not?" Ming Tao frowned. "Since he gave away so many spiritual