"I thought the legend was false, but now that I've seen it, it doesn't seem fake."
After staring at the distant ruins for a long while, Ning Yi withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly.
Though he was smiling, there was a trace of desolation in his voice.
He was of the Dragon Clan.
That Dragon Saint could be considered his ancestor as well.
"Ah."
Ye Lin was still hesitating, but Ning Yi at his side had already begun.
Before Ye Lin could even get a clear look at the treasure beneath his feet, it was already gone.
After that, Ning Yi seemed as though his Ren and Du meridians had been opened. Anything valuable went straight into his arms.
The sight left Ye Lin dumbfounded.
No, really.
With such a deep background, was this guy still interested in this stuff?
"If we don't take it, what are we waiting for?"
"These invitations weren't handed out for free. They're all favors—we have to earn our investment back."
Hearing Ning Yi's words, Ye Lin understood.
This invitation had quite an extraordinary origin.
He stopped putting on airs as well.
Anything that looked remotely worthwhile was swept by Ye Lin into his Spatial Ring.
Whatever it was, he would pocket it first and ask questions later.
Even if it was only a blade of grass, it was still something of value.
Ye Lin and Ning Yi were like bandits; saying they plucked even the feathers from passing geese would not have been an exaggeration.
Wherever the two passed, the ground was left bare—even the turf had been stripped clean.
Their principle was simple: leave nothing behind.
The Nether Race experts secretly monitoring them stood frozen at the sight.
These two were people of some status, weren't they?
Did they really have to go