Chen Lin set his sights on an area densely packed with light.
With innate power protecting his body, he did not fear the erosion of the mysterious energy and could afford to be a little bolder. In a few flashes, he collected more than a dozen streaks of light.
Most contained useless stones, flowers, and plants, though a few items looked somewhat valuable.
Still, he had figured out the trick.
The brighter the light, the better the item inside tended to be. It was not an absolute rule, but there was certainly a difference.
From then on, he tried to seize the brighter lights, and sure enough, the items he obtained improved considerably.
This eruption of treasures lasted nearly a quarter of an hour before the two enormous patches completely dissipated and the space fell silent again.
"Brother Lin, how was your haul?"
Long Jianwu came over to Chen Lin, his face wreathed in smiles.
His luck had been good. He had collected more than a dozen streaks of light without encountering any serious danger, and two of the items were quite valuable. He had already accomplished almost half of what he had hoped to achieve on this venture.
"I haven't examined everything closely yet."
Chen Lin gave a brief reply.
Then he looked behind the other man and asked, "Where is Yue Beichuan? Did he leave?"
"No. He's already perished."
Long Jianwu's voice grew wistful.
He was not particularly saddened, however. They had never been close and had only formed a temporary treasure-hunting party. Besides, deaths were perfectly normal during a treasure hunt on this scale. Anyone bold enough to come had to be prepared to die.
Chen Lin merely sighed as well.
He also noticed that, apart from Yue Beichuan, the middle-aged man named Wang Zhengshan was gone