At that moment, all manner of artistic conceptions drifted from the calligraphy. Faint figures could be seen shifting within it, as though someone were practicing martial arts moves inside, while waves of evocative intent stirred the imagination...
The eyes of the three men dressed as servants revealed a drunken fascination at the sight, like gamblers who had spotted dice or drunkards who had seen a wine jug.
The room fell silent for a time.
After a while, the youngest man finally spoke. "For a treasure like this, what harm is there in taking a risk? Everything has been planted, and everything that needed doing has been done. Why not simply forget about going back? We can take this treasure and leave Prosperity Capital. The world is vast—what can Wu Tuo possibly do to us?"
The burly man shook his head. "That may be true, but lately, when I spoke with Wu Tuo, I vaguely noticed something in his expression. Perhaps the Imperial City is about to undergo a change. I do not know whether Wu Tuo will rise with the tide, but if we devote ourselves to serving him at such a time, perhaps we may become founding elders. If we flee now and he gains power, our fate will be dangerous..."
"Big Brother's words are sound," the lean man said with a nod. "People in our line of work take others' money and rid them of their troubles. We cannot easily run off with the goods. If word gets out, never mind whether Wu Tuo pursues the matter—we will have difficulty keeping a foothold in the martial world. Besides, there is something strange about this calligraphy." "What is strange about it? Second Brother, your mind is the sharpest. You must have noticed something. Hurry and tell us." The young