There was a stone table in the courtyard. Fang Yun sat down first and looked at Yun Ao.
Yun Ao smiled. "Cousin Yun Fang, I already know what you told my father and eldest uncle. This is called a western expedition, but you're actually going to harvest dragon-pattern rice. Still, I have a question. More than ten of you took part before, so why are you the one entitled to thirty percent?"
"Because I'm slightly stronger than Yun Jie," Fang Yun said.
"Oh? I see." Yun Ao smiled. There was no mockery in his eyes, but he clearly did not believe him.
Fang Yun said nothing and sat quietly.
Yun Ao said, "Since you're only entitled to thirty percent, why did you ask for fifty percent?"
"Those were Brother Yun Jie's dying words. He hoped I could bring them to the Cloud Family. Otherwise, the Cloud Family wouldn't get a single grain of dragon-pattern rice." Fang Yun calmly met Yun Ao's eyes.
The red light in Yun Ao's eyes flickered faintly. He smiled and said, "The problem now is that the dead cannot testify."
"Who says the dead leave no proof? My conscience is proof." Fang Yun's reply was firm and forceful.
"Conscience? Hahaha... You really are someone from the rear lines, trying to deceive me with such a paltry trick!" Yun Ao abruptly stood as he spoke, looking down at Fang Yun.
Yun Ao continued, "Yun Fang, you came here with a map. You must have some other scheme. Speak! What exactly are you after? I, Yun Ao, don't believe anyone would willingly give up a dragon-pattern rice field and hand half of it to someone else for nothing!"
"That is the difference between you and me," Fang Yun replied mildly.
Yun Ao stared at Fang Yun, toying with