Only Zhan Yun and Daoist Xing Yang were left at the scene, and neither of them was in a hurry to leave.
Zhan Yun first brought over Wu Mei's treasure chest. Setting the chest on the ground, his face beamed with joy, "Daoist, we've struck it rich. I counted—there are a total of twenty-two treasures inside, all are quality magic artifacts. Let's split them evenly!"
Daoist Xing Yang glanced at the magic artifacts and then shook his head, "No need to split them, I don't lack such things."
"How can this be?" Zhan Yun hastily said, "On this trip to the mountain, Brother Xu, Daoist Bai Yun, and I all got quite a bit of treasure. It wouldn't be right for you to leave empty-handed."
Daoist Xing Yang demurred, "I truly don't need money, unlike you young folks who have to marry, buy houses, and raise children. You have more need for money. I'm old and have a pension, so I won't compete with you for the treasures."
