At the blinding sight in front of him, Elder Qian sat up straight, his old bones popping slightly as he leaned forward.
He rubbed his frail hands together, his sharp eyes gleaming with undisguised greed as he stared at the hundreds or so glowing beast cores spilling out of the heavy rundown sack.
'How?!' Elder Qian thought.
To Elder Qian, Gu Fan was just a kid with the reputation of a useless cripple. He might have gotten lucky or used some underhanded tactics during the hunting competition.
But it made no sense that he could still pull out such a big fortune on his own. But elder Qian was a merchant. he did not care about the source. All he cared about was the profits.
And even if he brought a fortune, he was still a junior.
In the cultivation world, the weak were meant to be eaten by the strong. That was the absolute law.
"Why don't you have a seat, Young Master Gu," Elder Qian said, his voice raspy, "I think we have a lot to discuss."
