"If I discover something, it's mine. If you want it, go find it yourselves."
Inside the temple, Tang Zhirou spoke bluntly.
"Heh." Another cultivator sneered coldly, "Junior Sister Tang, are you sure you won't give it to us?"
Tang Zhirou only then sensed that the atmosphere wasn't right, and couldn't help but take two steps back, squinting slightly.
"You intend to rob me? My master is still outside. Aren't you afraid that once you leave, my master will trouble you?!"
She shouted sternly, but her demeanor only made the other cultivators burst into laughter.
They could tell Tang Zhirou didn't have much experience and was merely trying to scare them.
Though they were loose cultivators, they had been mixing in the secular world with abundant experience and had invited Tang Zhirou along precisely because they noticed her naivety.
The yellow teeth cultivator chuckled, his lecherous eyes wandering up and down Tang Zhirou's body, rubbing his hands constantly.
