"This is the gold I seized! Mine!... "
The first-arriving monk soldiers frantically tore at the heavy gold talismans beneath the tree, hanging them around their necks and stuffing them into their doumaru. Those who arrived later pushed and shoved, jumping to grab the talismans from the trees, even lifting each other to snatch them. Quickly, the weighty gold scattered everywhere, as chaotic as the monk soldiers. Each talisman, weighing one jin, if brought back to Kansai, would cover a family of five's expenses for a lifetime!...
"This... is it broken already?!..."
Fang Official Shiba Zhenwei's eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him. He had prepared for a desperate fight to the death, never expecting that the Shandan people's camp would fall as easily as if made of paper, breached in one assault?
