Song Wen's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he had already become wary—Kurong truly was shrewd and seasoned. Merely from Song Wen appearing here, he had already grown suspicious.
But since Song Wen had dared to come, how could he have come unprepared?
A guilty and awkward grin tugged at his face.
"Actually... the Rat Race was such a vast race; there had to be countless heavenly treasures within their clan. Since the Rat Race has already been exterminated, I came here hoping to pick up a few benefits... I simply did not expect to arrive too late. Elder Kurong, you actually got here a step ahead of me."
What Song Wen said was consistent with his former identity as a Rogue Cultivator.
After all, Rogue Cultivators generally lacked resources. They were often greedier and bolder than cultivators from the major factions.
Yet after hearing this, Kurong's eyes narrowed slightly.
"And you were not afraid of encountering Willow Snake and the rat demons again?"
"In all things under heaven, risk and reward have always gone hand in hand. If one wants benefits, how can one avoid taking risks? Besides, I still have several Teleportation Talismans on me. Escaping with my life will not be a problem."
After Song Wen spoke, he did not give Kurong the chance to continue questioning him. Instead, he proactively changed the subject.
"Elder Kurong, how did you trap these three beasts?"
"This killing formation was not arranged by me. Rather, it was a contingency deliberately left behind by the Master of Fu Tian Hall after he wiped out the Rat Race. After the three of us split up, these three beasts pursued me relentlessly. So I went with the flow and lured them into this formation."
Kurong gave Song Wen a deep look, then ignored him