Upon muttering those words, the expression of the old man suddenly becomes chilly.
His body suddenly released a thick intent of killing, causing the cultivators around the round table to unfold nervousness within the depths of their eyes.
Fortunately, it only occurred for a short second before the dreadful intent vanished within the atmosphere, making them, including Leo, secretly release a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry; even if those traitors managed to escape alive, no one would dare accept them.
"For now, we should start allocating the rewards based on everyone's effort."
Speaking with an aged voice, the old man lightly waved his palm, causing the space within the center of the table to distort, becoming blurry and unstable for a while before unfolding a number of treasures within.
