As a human being, Xu Meng lived under the oppression of the Ten Thousand Scale Race. His words were insignificant, so it was useless for him to say anything now.
As the saying went, treasures were tempting. The people of the Ten Thousand Scale Race began to walk around the edge, trying to find a breakthrough.
As an advance exploration team, how could they let go of the benefits? Yang Wan sneered in his heart. Gather everyone? Ridiculous. With everyone here, what can I get?
Therefore, Yang Wan shouted, "Xu Meng, a wise man knows when to submit to circumstances. There are so many treasures here, and the ruins have obviously been through fierce battles. Perhaps the spiritual barrier is also damaged. If we find it, it will be enough resources for you to accumulate for years! Maybe it can help you directly open the sky. If you give it to others, what do you think you can get?"
