"Though I know that remark wasn't an attack on me, it still feels a little unpleasant to hear."
Su Ziye said to Tong Yan, "Notify the people at the monastery. This is their vegetable patch, after all."
There was an unspoken rule in the Cultivation World: ownership of any ownerless Law Treasure that was discovered should first be determined by where it was found.
Su Ziye was a fiend of the Evil Sect and naturally would never have bothered with such rules before, but things were different now, and the Precious Thoroughfare Zen Monastery was still treating his poisoning.
"No need," He Zhan said, "because this doesn't count as something I picked up."
"You may be lucky," Su Ziye said, "but that doesn't mean you can twist reason."
He Zhan took out a bottle and a gauntlet and put them on the table. "Do you still think this is my luck?"
Tong Yan shifted his gaze from the Flying Sword to the bottle and gauntlet. After studying them for a moment, he said, "It indeed has nothing to do with luck."
The Flying Sword, the bottle, and the gauntlet were all very new and clearly had not been buried for long. Moreover, the fact that He Zhan had found them so easily meant they had been buried very shallowly.
Judging from this, these certainly were not treasures hidden by monks of earlier generations at the Precious Thoroughfare Zen Monastery. They were not even hidden treasures at all.
There was only one explanation-someone had deliberately left these things in the vegetable garden for He Zhan to pick up.
Tong Yan walked back to the window and gazed at the vegetable garden in silence, his thoughts unknown.
Lying in bed, Su Ziye only now saw the bottle and gauntlet on the table.