“You son of a dog! Are you telling me sixty years of brotherhood means less than a few scraps of spirit stone?!”
“Speak plainly. A few scraps? Even that Blue Flower Robe draped over your body is worth at least thirty medium-grade spirit stones, wouldn’t you say?”
From the darkness, roars thick with murderous intent and mocking laughter rang out one after another. Those who had once called each other brother and shared deep affection were now hunter and prey, locked in a desperate chase.
“Hah! Whether it’s the Blue Flower Robe or the storage pouch, I’d sooner burn it all to ashes than hand it over to you!”
So shouted the one being pursued, but his legs never stopped pounding the earth. What little spiritual power remained was poured entirely into propelling himself forward, keeping his body afloat as he fled. In the depths of these underground caves, racing blindly ahead like this was nothing short of inviting disaster, but if he didn’t, death was certain.
There was no other choice.
“Are you sure you want to exhaust yourself like that? What will you do if you stagger out of these tunnels completely spent and get hit by a stray Yin Wind?”