Once they reached a safe spot, the two laid out their haul to divide it.
On the ground lay the five Spirit Plants.
There was also the Demon Core, a vial of heart's blood, and the entire flayed lizard hide.
Han Feng looked at the items, thinking for a moment.
He then started to push the Demon Core and the lizard hide toward Wang Meng.
"Brother Meng, even though I did most of the work this time, you still contributed."
"These Demon Beast Materials..."
"Stop!"
Wang Meng suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Feng's wrist.
His broad face, usually full of cheerful laughter, was now completely serious.
"Fengzi, we're brothers, but we can't break the rules."
Wang Meng pointed to the things on the ground and said in a low, rumbling voice,
"This time, I basically just cheered you on from the sidelines. I didn't help at all, so how could I have the nerve to take a cut of the spoils?"
"I don't want any of the Spirit Plants."
