"Your silence here is meaningless. I need your answers."
"If none of you answer, then keep deadlocked. Keep deadlocked until more and more people arrive. Once a quasi-saint powerhouse shows up, forget the meat—you won't even get a sip of the soup."
As soon as those words fell, the silent cultivators were moved.
Their thoughts stirred, and they could not help raising their heads to look at the person who had spoken.
That remark made them take the matter seriously.
For a time, everyone began discussing it.
Before long, they reached a unified agreement.
They would set aside their grudges for now and abandon their selfish intentions, working together first to open the treasure vault.
As for the treasures within, they would divide them after the vault had been opened.
Ye Lin said nothing and expressed no stance.
However, he noticed someone.
It was a fat man.
A short, chubby man with a lecherous grin.
Ye Lin had been watching this little fatty for quite some time, from the very beginning until now.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, within Ye Lin's sight, the little fatty quietly broke away from the main group and fled into the distance.
After looking around, Ye Lin silently followed behind him.
The cultivators were all united against a common foe at the moment and paid no attention to them at all.
Ye Lin followed the little fatty through the canyon, eventually arriving at a stretch of level ground.
This flat land lay at the end of the canyon. It was covered in flowers and grass, with countless enormous boulders standing about. There was nothing remarkable about it whatsoever.
Ye Lin concealed himself and continued observing the man.
"Hehehe, what a bunch of fucking idiots. A major power like this is shrewd as can be—how could they possibly build