When Lin Dong and the others reached the foot of the mountain, they found a camp already established there, evidently formed by numerous teams joining together.
Although they were all competitors, there was no need to openly fall out before they had even seen any treasures.
Lin Dong's group arrived relatively late, and their appearance drew plenty of attention. But when people saw that the entire team consisted of youngsters, with an inexperienced youth like Lin Dong leading them, contempt flashed through many eyes.
To them, Lin Dong and his companions were simply newborn calves unafraid of tigers, coming to this ancient tomb to throw their lives away.
Of course, a few teams had encountered Lin Dong's group along the way and even witnessed what had happened to the bandits who tried to rob them. Their gazes were filled with wariness, with a faint trace of fear when they looked at Qingtan in particular.
Lin Dong ignored the strange looks coming from all around. He casually chose an empty patch of ground and settled down with Qingtan and the others.
Only after the tents had been pitched did Lin Dong begin sizing up the surrounding teams. Most were rather loosely organized, but four stood out as extraordinary at a glance.
They were the teams belonging to the Great Yan Dynasty's Four Great Forces, including the Lin Clan!
"Getting anything worthwhile out of these people's hands really won't be easy..."
Lin Dong narrowed his eyes, sweeping his gaze back and forth across the Four Great Forces' tents. Naturally, he was not naive enough to think that Lin Chen, the Lin Family member he had defeated in just a few moves, was their main force on this expedition. The true geniuses of these great powers were certainly more than that.
Yet Lin