Although Nie Yun said the money would be divided among everyone, he never said who Qun Liao's belongings would go to. Wei Buxin was a clever man who knew what to take and what to leave. Without even looking at Qun Liao's ring, he handed it over directly.
He knew that provoking the young man before him over such trifles would be a loss far outweighing any gain.
Seeing that the other party knew his place, Nie Yun said no more. He reached out, took the Storage Ring, and with a movement of his consciousness, saw clearly what was inside.
The first thing that caught his eye was naturally the three hundred million Fire God Coins that had just been put away. They gleamed with golden light, piled to one side like a small mountain.
Seeing all that money, Nie Yun could not help sighing. What was the point of desperately chasing after it? When a man died, the lamp went out—would it not all end up belonging to someone else?
Besides the money, quite a few other things were piled inside. Qun Liao truly deserved to be called a disciple of the Fire God Sect. Added to that, he served in the Punishment Hall, where he received plenty of tribute in ordinary times. The supplies on him were so abundant they practically dripped with oil.
Although there were only a few million Fire God Coins, an amount he found somewhat beneath his notice, there were all kinds of rare treasures, exotic flowers, and unusual herbs, a dazzling sight that made one's eyes swim.
"Worthy of a Punishment Hall man. Impressive!"
Looking at these things, Nie Yun could not help feeling moved. To be honest, many of them were useless to him. What he needed now were things that could