No one responded.
There was no need.
They had all already reached the same conclusion.
Kyrian had found the inheritance. He was in possession of some treasure, perhaps several. And that alone was enough to condemn him.
Greed burned in the eyes of all four.
More dangerous than any technique. More deadly than any weapon. Blinder than any hatred.
Then, the old man sighed.
"You people are truly impatient."
His voice broke the tension, cutting through the silence like a knife.
The other three turned toward him.
"Isn't this shameful?"
He asked calmly, as though reprimanding unruly disciples.
"Four Spiritual Awakening cultivators against a young Core Formation cultivator?"
He slowly shook his head.
"Even by the decadent standards of this territory, this is pathetic."
His eyes swept across his three companions, evaluating their expressions.
"Stand guard."
"I'll handle him alone."
As he spoke, he withdrew a long black spear from his spatial ring.
