Hearing Monk Huiguang's explanation, a glint flashed in Qin Yang's eyes; this explanation could be considered reasonably fair.
However, just as Monk Huiguang finished speaking, that golden‑robed man named Teng Yingwu cast a glance at Qin Yang and Zilan, a trace of impatience on his face.
"Master Huiguang, there's no need to waste too many words on this brat. We were already planning to set out. Seeing that your strength is passable, we let you join. I just hope you two don't drag us down when the time comes."
Teng Yingwu said something to Monk Huiguang, then immediately fixed his gaze on Qin Yang as he spoke.
To be honest, he hadn't taken this one‑eyed fellow seriously at all. Two more people just meant the final spoils would have to be split into two more shares.
Hearing this, Qin Yang's brows furrowed at once. His gaze turned cold as he stared at Teng Yingwu. "If you'd just shut up, no one would mistake you for a mute."
"You…"
Teng Yingwu's face instantly darkened.
