At Li Chengyan's words, the atmosphere instantly froze.
Above the small stone platform, five auras of Profound Mystery and true astral force from the two groups locked onto one another, each wary of the others.
Everyone knew that once they came to blows, both sides would inevitably suffer.
After a brief standoff, Li Chengyan smiled again and cupped his fists toward the two men from the Shaman Kingdom.
"My friends from the Shaman Kingdom, this Golden-Silk Sunflower and these Dark-Winged Roc eggs are all treasures rarely seen in this world."
"If our two sides fight, we'll only let someone else reap the spoils. Besides, there's no telling when the Dark-Winged Roc will return. If we don't take the treasures soon, we may end up buried here."
"Why don't we retrieve them together and divide them equally afterward?"
The leader of the Shaman Kingdom men met Li Chengyan's gaze for a moment, his eyes flickering as he clearly weighed his options.
At last, he nodded in agreement.
"Fine."
"But the Golden-Silk Sunflower belongs to me."
"Your Nine Rivers Sect can take three of the four Dark-Winged Roc eggs. The remaining one goes to my brother."
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Yi Yang, who stood nearby, and sneered. "As for this old man, he's the weakest here. He doesn't deserve a share."
Li Chengyan stroked his long beard and agreed. "Precisely."
Right in front of Yi Yang, the two groups divided every last treasure among themselves with just a few words.
Yi Yang stood to one side, the muscles of his face twitching beneath his cloak, looking furious but afraid to speak.
He clenched his fists, then loosened them, finally retreating several steps as though expressing his resentment and fear through his actions.
His performance elicited nothing but silent mockery