Among those present, there was no dispute—Wu Ling was the strongest.
Below him were Li Hongjun and Xi Wentian, both of whom had fanned the flames of greed among the gathered cultivators.
The rest?
They were subordinates of the three major families. Originally, they had been making their way back to their respective clans after the hunting expedition had concluded.
But none of them had expected such an accidental fortune to fall into their palms along the way.
Wu Ling's gaze burned with desire as he fixated on the radiant, fiery armor enveloping Xiao Ming's body.
"I want that armor," he declared arrogantly.
A flicker of dissatisfaction flashed through the eyes of Li Hongjun and Xi Wentian.
Yet, recalling that Wu Ling was the strongest among them—and that there was still plenty of treasure to go around—they ultimately chose not to contest his claim.