"This Feng Jinyuan barely speaks a few words to me on ordinary days, yet today he suddenly called me to explore some ancient ruin."
Li Chuan lowered his gaze, pondering inwardly.
The ancient ruin Feng Jinyuan spoke of sounded quite alluring; a single trip inside would yield at least two to three thousand contribution points.
Moreover, traveling in a group of three seemingly lowered the risk coefficient significantly.
All of this appeared deliberately orchestrated to create the impression that as long as he went, he could effortlessly pick up thousands of contribution points.
Furthermore, Feng Jinyuan's words were coaxing and persuasive.
Every single sentence seemingly stepped right on his pain points.
Advancing to the inner sect required three strands of True Gang, and acquiring three strands of True Gang required numerous contribution points.
As it happened, such a rapid channel for acquiring contribution points presented itself.
But you miscalculated one thing... I do not cultivate the Cold Abyss True Gang, and two to three thousand contribution points are not worth taking this risk for me. A sharp flash crossed Li Chuan's eyes.
Yet even these were not the most primary reasons.
The important thing was that he completely disbelieved such a stroke of good fortune would suddenly fall upon his head.
Sharing such an opportunity with him based merely on the acquaintance of nodding to one another when meeting on ordinary days?
The so-called sharing of risk is probably harboring malicious intentions. Li Chuan sneered inwardly.
Wang Ling, Feng Jinyuan, and Jiang Zhaoyu frequently gathered together.
He considered that aside from Wang Ling, he harbored no enmity with the other two and had not even spoken more than a few words to them.
Yet this Feng Jinyuan kept racking his brains to plot against him.
He even used an opportunity