The atmosphere turned awkward.
An Lan felt unhappy.
Was he poor?
Bullshit!
As a heaven-stage martial warrior, how could he be poor? He wasn't poor. No way!
This bastard was framing him. He was damaging his reputation. What an evil fellow.
He glared at Cao Guan, but he didn't release his aura. It was quite strange. No one knew why he didn't do it.
If he did exert pressure on Cao Guan, who was just a celestial-stage martial warrior, Cao Guan would have been pushed to the ground.
Cao Guan was puzzled when he saw An Lan's gaze.
What the hell?
He was speaking to Wang Teng. Why was this strange man in a gray gown and mask glaring at him when Wang Teng didn't have any reaction?
"Master Cao, are you here to find a treasure too? Are you poor? Are the people here poor too?" Wang Teng smiled calmly even when Cao Guan was mocking him.
The people around them turned and glared at them dangerously.