When Liu Limin emerged from Snow Dragon Mountain, he felt as though he was in a dream.
"I really hope this sort of windfall comes my way more often."
Liu Limin barely concealed his delight.
Who would have thought he'd come across two groups fighting over loot, resulting in a windfall of equipment scattered all over the ground?
"Murder and arson, gold belt—ancient wise men truly did not deceive me."
Pei Jinye turned his head upon hearing this.
His expression was odd.
Could this kid have already settled on a future path?
That couldn't be.
Before the two had left, a group chased after them, "That fierce beast material was left by my brothers just now, hand it over!"
Liu Limin stiffened his neck and retorted, "Cut the crap, I risked my life for this, and you claim it was left by your brothers? You ask around Snow Dragon Mountain, does everything in everyone's hands belong to your brothers?"
The other party was taken aback, becoming somewhat infuriated.