'Was he getting greedy, wanting to split it evenly?'
'Or was he holding a grudge, thinking Han Feng had pocketed something better for himself?'
Wang Meng stopped rummaging through the items.
His gaze was fixed on the simple, ancient Jade Scroll.
Even if he couldn't recognize its true worth, he could feel there was something special about it.
Its gentle luster and the faint, almost imperceptible pressure of its Spiritual Power all pointed to its value.
"Is this... a Cultivation Technique Jade Scroll?"
Wang Meng's Adam's apple bobbed. A primal craving for power flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly turned his head away.
His gaze returned to the pile of backpacks.
"Fengzi, you keep it."
Wang Meng waved his hand, his tone as casual as someone asking for a cigarette.
"You were the one who found that cave, and you were the one who opened the mechanism."
