"Young Master, do you really think your plan will work?"
"If the Patriarch finds out, he's likely to skin you alive!"
At the foot of the mountain, an elder in the Saint Realm looked at the young man beside him, trying his best to advise him:
"Young Master, why don't you come home with me? Our family doesn't lack cultivation resources."
The Young Master beside him was a round-bodied youth, with eyes darting around restlessly; it was clear he was not one to follow rules.
"Those cultivation resources?"
Wu Yong widened his eyes dramatically, "Old Sun, do you know how much that is!"
"The resources stored below the Little Immortal Sect are counted by the 'mountains'!"
"When the Domain Master sought my father to set up an array for the Little Immortal Sect, I was right there, watching."
"The resources gathered from the sacred sects across the Southern Region are vast!"
"If I don't steal a bit, I won't be able to sleep at night!"
