"You folks made a killing out there!" Watching the final cultivator depart, the three of them finally couldn't help speaking out.
Yang Ning hurriedly fished out bottle after bottle of medicinal pills, preparing to divide them among the others.
"Don't, absolutely do not!" Xun Hu quickly stopped him. "These people are showing their regard for you and sponsoring your growth. What would it look like if we took them? If this delays your cultivation, they'll come looking for trouble with us!"
"Oh right!" Ning Rong came to a sudden realization. Though she still felt somewhat reluctant, she used formidable willpower to pull back her outstretched hand.
"It won't come to that!" Yang Ning said. "They don't even know, and my talent is great anyway—a couple of pills more or less doesn't matter!"
"Absolutely not!!" Xun Hu shook his head firmly, saying, "Even true brothers must settle accounts clearly. Furthermore, these are cultivation resources, and the four of us aren't just an ad-hoc group temporarily thrown together; we're going to support each other for hundreds, or even thousands of years. If we don't draw clear lines right now, it'll be too late once conflicts of interest arise down the road!"
"That's the right logic!" Su Bai nodded. "My father taught me that not even true brothers—let alone a husband and wife—should blur the lines when accounts need to be settled."
"Well" Ning Rong hadn't been taught these principles, but since both Su Bai and Xun Hu had conceded, she could only nod along. "Right, they're your things, and we can't take them!"
She completely forgot that she had already taken the bow Yang Ning crafted using funds provided by Xun Hu.
"Alright!" Yang Ning nodded, taking back the medicinal pills, though he sighed inwardly in his heart.
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