Kapitel 832: Demonic Movement

Marquis Nanlong and the old man glanced at the offering table and unconsciously glanced at each other. At the same time, they saw a deep sense of caution in each other's eyes.

Even though the two of them had some friendship in the past years, it had naturally dissipated in the face of treasures that were within reach.

After a moment of silence, the old man chuckled and said, "Fellow Daoist Nanlong, we both know what we're thinking. Although my cultivation was slightly inferior to yours, Brother Nanlong's injuries in the Moulan Plains haven't been healed yet and you're weaker than before. With so many spiritual medicines, it would be best for us to split them evenly and avoid mutual destruction."

Marquis Nanlong glanced at the eye-catching alms bowl on the table and replied, "Brother Lu is correct. I also think so. We will split the spirit medicines evenly. I only want the alms bowl among the treasures. What do you think?"