The two brothers hit it off at once and, after making a few preparations, set out on their thieving adventure. In the darkness, they failed to notice that Ye Chen's bed was already empty.
"Hey, Yao Yun, isn't it a little inappropriate for us to do this?"
A figure flashed across the rooftop,
Ye Chen dodged the patrolling little Daoist and said uneasily,
"Hmph, what's inappropriate about it? That stubborn old man Zhenyuanzi hid a mere fruit like it was some priceless treasure, keeping it all for himself. The last time I came here, the fruit on that tree was practically falling off from how much there was.
"There's definitely even more now.
"I'm helping him by taking some of the burden off his hands. In the end, he'll have to thank us."
Who could have guessed that Yao Yun, inside his spiritual consciousness, would cross his arms and speak with an arrogant expression? His twisted logic was even worse than Zhu Bajie's.
"Fine, fine, I'll listen to you. But let's make this clear first: if anything happens, you have to come out and back me up. Otherwise, with this little body of mine, I'd have died ten times over."
"Fine, fine. Hurry up, hurry up. If we don't leave now, it'll probably be daylight." With a flash, he slipped into the rear courtyard. The moment Ye Chen raised his head and saw the scene before him, his mouth fell wide open. "What... what happened?"
He had expected the place to be magnificent, but the scene before his eyes was completely different.
The rear courtyard had been reduced to a wreck, as though it had been swept by a violent storm. Damage was everywhere. Then he looked at the Ginseng Fruit Tree. It had long since been uprooted, and every