Kingston Walters looked at the gleam in Carson Flores's eyes and immediately guessed what he was thinking.
Kingston Walters said with a wry smile, "You do have quite a few ideas, but they're useless. The warehouse storing the spirit materials will definitely be guarded by Great Demons. With our little strength, how can we possibly steal the spirit materials right under their noses?"
"Even if by some stroke of luck we manage to steal them successfully, we're still wearing these shackles. How could we possibly escape?"
"To slip away without making a sound is already quite an achievement, so don't even think about those spirit materials. They're not for us to covet."
Carson Flores smiled and nodded, without uttering a word in rebuttal.
As the group dug deeper day by day, the number of spirit materials they found slowly increased, but so did the number of cultivators who died to the black fire.