Chang Ping'an lay sprawled on the magnetic sand.
He watched helplessly as Qing Chen bestowed medicinal pills, spirit stones, and magic treasures on Lin Changsheng in a steady stream, his upturned eyes instantly becoming bloodshot.
The caved-in ribs in his chest still throbbed, and the pain in his shattered wrists pierced his heart and bones, yet none of it compared to the jealousy surging within him;
-the treasures of the Duer Secret Residence had been his discovery first, yet now they had become Lin Changsheng's bargaining chips for claiming credit!
He jerked his head up, the unhealed bones and tendons in his neck grinding with a piercing sound, and cried hoarsely at Qing Chen:
"Master! You mustn't believe him! That treacherous bastard Lin Changsheng is lying!"
Lin Changsheng turned at the sound and glanced at Chang Ping'an as though looking at a dead man.
How could you possibly imagine the trust between my lord and me?
The more Chang Ping'an spoke, the more frantic he became. He struggled to crawl toward Qing Chen, only for Lin Changsheng to plant a foot on his back, making him squeal like a pig being slaughtered:
"Master, please see the truth! Lin Changsheng harbors sinister intentions! He is disloyal to you and wants to steal the Demon Lotus Sect! He brutalized Chang Yao to death and even tried to frame me..."
"Noisy." Lin Changsheng pressed down slightly with his foot, and Chang Ping'an's screams caught in his throat, leaving only hoarse, leaking gasps.
Only then did Qing Chen turn his attention to this dear disciple of his, his tone as flat as though discussing something entirely ordinary:
"My dear disciple, I'll gladly accept your fortune."
"Spending tens of thousands of spirit stones to raise you from the ranks of the Demon Guards and teach