Lu Yin smacked his forehead, feeling rather helpless. “I still can’t have a pleasant time looting.”

Then, right after he uttered those words, he turned around and looked to the side to see a cultivator peeking their head out.

When the man saw Lu Yin look over and see him, the cultivator tried to smile in an ingratiating manner before quickly turning to leave.

Lu Yin’s figure flashed as he chased after the man. When he caught up, he set a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Bro, what a coincidence! How many times have we run into each other now?”

This cultivator was Qian Zou, and he had never expected to run into Lu Yin’s group yet again. Their meetings were so coincidental that he was starting to feel nervous.

“That- I’m just passing by, so sorry if I disturbed you three. Anyways, I’ll be heading out now,” Qian Zou hurriedly said. He then glanced at the Mountain and Seas Pouches behind Black and White’s backs. If he remembered correctly, these three definitely had not had anything like that when they first met. And yet, they now had bulging pouches. The tablet world didn’t have any treasures, so these three must have robbed others. Bandits! Gangsters!

Lu Yin held tight to Qian Zou’s shoulder. “Bro, what’s your name?”

The cultivator hoarsely replied, “Qian- Qian Zou.”

Black was surprised at this response. “Are you asking for a beating?”¹

White clenched her fists. “Then we’ll beat him up.”

Qian Zou’s mouth opened wide. “I’m not asking for a beating! My name’s...