The expression on Oldman Zeng's old face changed five times before he squeezed out a smile with gritted teeth. "Little Daoist Zhen, please wait a moment while we prepare them!"
He then rode his flight dharma treasure into the dragon palace through the collapsed main gate.
Zhen Congming looked at Oldman Zeng's back and felt the satisfaction of revenge. He turned to look at Hao Ren and calculated. "70% of the loot goes to me, and you get the rest. Little White gets the three items. Do you have any objections?"
While Oldman Zeng was still inside, Zhen Congming already determined the allocation of the loot, showing his total disdain for the West Ocean Dragon Palace.
