Barry fell silent.
In his eyes, if Xiao Yu could tell fortunes, his cultivation had to be several levels above his own.
He also had to possess some incredibly powerful treasures.
At the very least, he had to be above the Golden Core Stage.
Against someone at the Golden Core Stage, Barry knew he stood no chance.
As for purification...
That no longer mattered. He couldn't win anyway, and there was no need to lie about something like that.
By now, Aimon was scared senseless too. He certainly didn't want to bring ruin upon both his Old Ancestor and his family.
So he cautiously tugged on Barry's sleeve.
He said something that made the Old Ancestor finally decide to surrender.
"Old Ancestor, this guy really can purify people. He's crippled so many of them..."
"Ah!"
A long sigh escaped him.
"Our family admits defeat. Sir, please follow me. Our family's treasures..."
"The treasures..."
"They're all yours..."
Barry's heart felt as though it were being sliced apart as he spoke.
These weren't just the treasures he had collected, but treasures from his wife's family too.
Aimon regretted it as well.
Why had he insisted on showing off?
If it had just been an ordinary gathering, losing wouldn't have mattered much.
Why had he insisted on staking everything?
Now look at this. It was all gone.
Fortunately, wealth was only a worldly possession. Keeping his cultivation mattered more than anything.
That was the only way Aimon could console himself.
Xiao Yu grinned from ear to ear.
The time to reap his rewards had arrived.
When he followed Barry and his descendant, Aimon, into the family treasury,
even with all he had seen and experienced, his eyes nearly popped out.
Xiao Yu suddenly understood a saying.
Modest wealth came from thrift; great wealth