But some people preferred to hide their truly valuable possessions, carrying only the bare necessities.
Some Cultivators, for instance, wouldn't carry high-value items when undertaking extremely risky missions. These individuals were rarely alone in the world; they had binding ties to family, friends, and juniors.
The 'after I'm dead, who cares if the world floods' mentality was rare among them!
Even in death, they would still consider what they left behind.
Whether due to his personality or because of such ties, the gray-robed old man had nothing of value on him besides the Serrated Short Blade!
Dammit!
Cao Yingxiong's hopes were dashed, and he was naturally unwilling to accept it.
"My Lord, Chen Ping'an has already left," Lin Wanying said respectfully.
"Gone?" Cao Yingxiong turned slightly, his face contorting with rage. His mountain-like, obese frame exuded a strange sense of pressure. "This brat acts with such audacity!"
