"Old Yu, what do you say?"
Wang Lai spoke to the elderly, dark-skinned, and gaunt old cultivator.
Old Yu was startled, waving his hands repeatedly:
"No, no, I dare not steal from the Lu Family's mine..."
Wang Lai let out a scoff, "What's there to be afraid of? The bold thrive, and the timid starve. The Lu Family rides on our backs, making us suffer and slave away for them. They, on the other hand, enjoy their riches and luxuries while we can't even afford to eat. What does it matter if we steal a little ore from them?"
Wang Lai appeared to be considering Old Yu's interests.
Old Yu's gaze turned wary, and he shook his head again.
Wang Lai's eyes showed displeasure as he continued patiently, "Don't worry, the Lu Family won't find out."
"How do you know?" Old Yu cautiously asked.
"We'll go at midnight, unseen and unheard," Wang Lai whispered. "And besides, I've bribed the Lu Family's cultivators to turn a blind eye..."
