"It's... outside the mapped path," Deng Lei muttered, voice tight, sweat beading on his forehead. "Maybe we should… not?"
He glanced at the pile of glittering loot floating peacefully over cursed bloodwater.
Even so—
Their eyes gleamed like hungry wolves.
Everyone's—except Su Xiaobai's.
The man had already taken three professional steps backward, hands behind his back like a visiting elder politely distancing himself from peasant stupidity.
'Nope. Not dying today.'
Su Xiaobai called out lazily, not even looking at them. "You see treasure, I see corpse bait."
"..."
A moment of hesitation.
Then—
"Hmph! Cowards!" Shi Yan sneered, his priestly robes fluttering dramatically. "It's not even far! I'll go check. You can stay here and weep later!"
He strode forward with the energy of a man about to make life insurance necessary in the cultivation world.
"Shi Yan, wait—!" Deng Lei called after him, reaching out—but already knowing it was hopeless.
Shi Yan ignored him.
