The Shock of Elder Yin Qiao
At this point, even if a few petty thieves had their eyes on them, how big a deal could it be? As far as they were concerned, even if the spirit stones and spirit herbs being transported by the convoy were stolen, how much would that matter?
Every day, hundreds of convoys traveled through the Core World. How many of them weren't watched by petty thieves? Was being watched by a few thieves really worth worrying about?
Besides, the convoy itself had no small amount of fighting power. If it came to a fight, would they really just stand by and do nothing?
And then there was a big shot like Elder Yin Qiao holding down the fort. In their eyes, they wouldn't even have to lift a finger. Just announce Elder Yin Qiao's name, and those petty thieves would probably wet themselves.
They were nothing but thieves. What made them think they could offend a Grand Elder of the Treasure Tree Clan? It was no different from an egg smashing into a rock.
Seeing how indifferent everyone was, Grand Scholar Tong Ye couldn't help feeling annoyed.
"Hey! What's with that attitude? Wasn't I clear just now?"
"Or is there something wrong with your ears?"
At last, someone drawled, "You were perfectly clear. Our ears are fine, too."
"Then shouldn't you at least give me some kind of response? Where's all that enthusiasm and passion you showed earlier?"
"Lord Tong Ye, come on. They're just a few petty thieves. What backwater mountain doesn't have a few hiding in it these days?"
"Exactly. Are you telling me a thousand-strong convoy is scared stiff by a few petty thieves? Do we really have to step in?"
"We're not escorts. You can't expect us to handle every