Beiting Huang lifted his eyelids, and looked at the people by the lake who were eyeing him with a mix of wariness and unwillingness, clearly itching for a fight with him. He smiled faintly, "Please, continue. When I called 'stop' a moment ago, it wasn't directed at any of you."
After speaking, he casually waved his hand, indicating for those who wanted to rush for the treasures to go ahead and do so.
The crowd was seething with irritation, feeling they had been played by Beiting Huang. But what could they do? Beiting Huang was not someone they could provoke. This was the man who had single-handedly killed masters from two different domains. As angry as they were, as long as Beiting Huang did not compete with them for the treasures, they should be grateful.
But not everyone felt that way. Slowly stepping back, they positioned themselves at a considerable distance from the lakeshore.
