"Damn it! This Wicked Trio is really shameless. Does that bastard think that the Immemorial Divine Well belongs to him alone? High Priest, are we just going to watch?"
On the Boat of Paramita, Xie Wuyou clenched his fists and asked unwillingly.
Looking at the rare treasures that were spurting out of the Immemorial Divine Well and falling into the hands of the Mad Daoist, he felt his heart was bleeding. Not being able to get what one wanted was the greatest torture.
In fact, Xie Wuyou wasn't the only one. Tushan Mang and Wu Huan also frowned, their eyes filled with a strong desire.
"High Priest, we can't let Wicked Trio take all the treasures in the well, right?" Wu Huan took a deep breath and said.
