With a casual wave of his hand, Ye Lin swept the treasures throughout the entire treasury into his Spatial Ring one after another.
In the blink of an eye, more than half the treasures in the treasury had entered Ye Lin's Spatial Ring.
Yet a small portion still lay where they were.
It was not that he minded having too much money, but the remaining items were all trash. Ye Lin truly did not want them.
He had standards too.
What was the point of piling a heap of trash inside his Spatial Ring?
"You don't want the rest?"
"I don't want trash."
Ye Lin's words made Su Tao laugh.
Good heavens, the things left behind were not ordinary either.
Yet in Ye Lin's eyes, they were all trash?
It was simply...
He did not even know what to say.
"Since they're all trash, then let them be trash. Let's go."
Looking at what remained, Su Tao honestly did not think much of them either.
No wonder Ye Lin called them trash.
The four of them turned and left the treasury.
After they had gone far away, countless bald heads gathered in the Imperial Capital.
They looked at the corpses strewn across the ground and the dark-red blood staining the surrounding buildings, but paid them no heed. With clear purpose, they rushed straight toward the treasury.
The moment they saw that the treasury had been opened, their hearts sank by half.
But when they entered and discovered the remaining treasures—those things Ye Lin had deemed trash—they went mad.
"Amitabha. Get lost! These things are all mine."
"Bullshit! These things belong to this humble monk! All of you, get lost! Don't touch them! Whoever dares touch them, this humble monk will kill them."
"That's right, nobody touch them. Whoever dares touch