"What nonsense are you talking about? If the deal was struck, that was the boss's own ability. What did it have to do with me?"
Hearing this, the Yellow-toothed Cultivator denied it outright without a second thought.
Once he finished speaking, he saw everyone slowing their steps and casting contemptuous looks his way.
Only then did his eyes roll, and he hurriedly added, "The boss really didn't give any reward, but being able to make an impression before him was also thanks to all of you, fellow Daoists. How about this? Once this matter is done, I'll take out a hundred low-grade Spirit Crystals from my own savings and divide them among everyone. What do you say?"
"Is Fellow Daoist Hu speaking the truth?" someone in the crowd immediately asked.
"Of course. When has Old Hu ever lied to you lot?"
Hu Yijin declared solemnly.
Hearing Hu Yijin's words, everyone naturally knew he had received even greater benefits.
Yet though they saw through it, no one exposed him.
There were only around ten people present. With a hundred low-grade Spirit Crystals, each person could receive roughly ten.
That was enough to achieve their goal. As for how Hu Yijin explained it, that was unimportant.
"In that case, many thanks to Fellow Daoist Hu."
"Easy, easy. Then let's—"
Hu Yijin let out a slight breath of relief and was about to call for everyone to continue onward with him.
But before he could finish, he looked ahead and saw a weathered old man hurrying toward their group.
"Hm? Where did this old thing come from? How did he find this place? Could he have wandered here by accident?"
Hu Yijin raised a brow and muttered under his breath, his gaze immediately sweeping over the newcomer from head to toe.
Their encampment