In an instant, everyone understood Gu Changfeng's decision.
They also understood why those sects had been forced to disappear: it was all to avoid another visit from these Emperor Pavilion members earning money on the side.
One admiring gaze after another turned toward their Sect Master in unison.
Their Sect Master truly had the foresight to see far ahead!
Meanwhile, ten thousand miles away, on a certain mountaintop.
The moment Chun Xiaobai landed, a whole crowd came swarming after him, clinging to his heels.
Whenever Chun Xiaobai took a step, they took one too, as though terrified he would run off with the money.
Chun Xiaobai turned around, his gaze sweeping over those old fellows' excited faces, and his temper flared.
This was all they amounted to?
And they wanted a share of the money?
Seeing the look in Chun Xiaobai's eyes, Li Qingfeng hurried over with a beaming smile.
"Young friend! From the very first moment I saw you, I knew you were a man of talent!"
"Enough. Stop putting a tall hat on this Great King!"
Chun Xiaobai climbed onto a large rock and cut him off with a wave of his hand, then swept his gaze across the old fellows' faces one by one.
Without exception, they were all excited.
A few of the hopeless old fellows were even secretly wiping the cold sweat from their palms.
Their earlier "Parkinson's" symptoms had long since vanished without a trace.
The danger had passed, and now came the thrilling moment of dividing the spoils. Who could possibly keep their excitement in check?
Chun Xiaobai himself was a little excited too.
Still, he was the lord of a mountain, after all.
The basic code of a Mountain King was to have a band of utterly loyal subordinates.
So when