Qin Yi shrugged, and with a smile said, "Good luck to you."
He had just tried it; these one million gold coins were certainly not light and definitely beyond Yun Mengyao's ability to carry.
"I'm going to get some beauty sleep, you have fun yourself."
Qin Yi shook his head and went back to his room.
He didn't believe Yun Mengyao could take away those fused gold coins; once he woke up, they'd still be his.
Outside, Yun Mengyao was sulking as she looked at the fused gold coins.
After a while, Yun Mengyao left.
Soon, she returned.
She wasn't returning alone, but with more than ten disciples of the Netherworld Hall.
Each person was holding a saw.
"Saw these three words apart for me."
The disciples of the Netherworld Hall were dumbfounded; it was their first time seeing so many gold coins.
However, they also understood that these coins were only to be seen, not for them to covet.
Ten people began sawing together.
Golden dust fell swiftly.
