"That guy was really lavish!"
In an inconspicuous corner of the group, one of the little thugs Qin Shaofeng had once captured—the clever lad who had been the only one to survive—heard their discussion, and a strange look began to appear in his eyes.
He was no more than twenty years old.
Even among that former gang of little thugs, he had been considered one of the younger ones.
Yet he was different from the other thugs.
Ever since he was little, he had possessed dreams of his own. Even while living among a gang of thugs, he had harbored aspirations toward martial cultivation.
That was also why, after he and the other little thugs had been captured by Qin Shaofeng, he had been the first to choose surrendering to Qin Shaofeng.
There could be no future following a pack of little thugs.
But Qin Shaofeng was different. His cultivation was formidable; if he could gain certain opportunities, perhaps there might one day be a chance for him to rise above the rest.
Of course, thoughts without brains would ultimately amount to nothing.
Fortunately, he was not someone who possessed only dreams.
Back then, his conditions in every regard had been lacking, which was why he had failed to enter any sect.
But that did not mean he lacked intelligence.
Otherwise, after Qin Shaofeng had slaughtered all the other little thugs, he would never have spared him alone.
Several million Vast Desolation Coins!
That was a figure he had never even dared to imagine before.
Yet Qin Shaofeng had casually bestowed it upon his subordinates.
If only...
The young boy's thoughts grew ever more lively.
There had always been some issues with his background, and his cultivation was simply too low. No one had ever paid him any heed, which