"You're not dead, are you?"
Ye Lin put some distance between himself and Li Jinhuang, folded his arms, and shrugged.
"Fine, little brother. You've already started being indifferent to me. Fine, fine, little brother, I'll remember this."
"Our friendship of so many years is worth so little to you. Little brother, you've truly broken your brother's heart."
"You're still not dead, are you?"
"Listen to that—what a cold tone. It was like a thorn, stabbing deep into your brother's heart and dealing your brother a fatal blow."
"Ah, it hurts. It really hurts. You've truly wounded me to the core."
Li Jinhuang clutched his chest with an exaggerated expression.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin stood with his arms folded, watching him coldly.
This guy's acting was ridiculously over-the-top.
"Forget it. A person with a heart of iron and stone like you could never understand how I feel."
"Now that the Rakshasa Clan has been destroyed, your brother is going to gather the spoils of war."
"Come on, little brother. Let's go together."
"After all, you put in some effort too."
Li Jinhuang took the initiative to wave at Ye Lin, inviting him along.
Ye Lin merely kept his arms folded, shrugged, and shook his head.
"Forget it. You go. I don't need them."
Ye Lin spoke softly.
It was not that he truly did not want them. Rather, the Sword Venerable had told him that treasures from every spacetime carried the marks of their respective spacetime.
If he brought treasures from the ancient era into the present world, those treasures would be completely useless to him.
Weapons would turn into stones, while medicinal herbs would become dust.
They could not be used at all.
Otherwise, the Primordial Unity Golden Immortals of the present world would probably each possess countless treasures.
Although Primordial