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His tone was exceptionally firm.

"If we meet again, the two of you will drive."

"I can't bear all the risks myself, can I?"

Mo Fan did not respond.

Zhuang Xiao also remained silent.

The two simply turned around and left the dead end along the path they had come from.

Upon seeing this, Yan Liang's face flashed with displeasure.

But seeing the two figures gradually walking away, he still quickly followed them.

The three figures re-entered the narrow plant passage.

Soon, they disappeared behind the layers of vine-covered walls.

After walking only a hundred steps or so, the view suddenly opened up again.

At the end of the plant passage, the space suddenly opened up, and an ancient altar, exactly the same as before, stood quietly in the center of the open space, emitting faint energy fluctuations.

"The second altar!"

Zhuang Xiao's eyes lit up instantly, and his breathing quickened. He subconsciously gripped the hard-won eggshell fragment in his pocket.

At least, the trip wasn't in vain.

Mo Fan's lips curled into a smile, happy for his companion.

Only Yan Liang, after a brief glance, pursed his lips, his impatience almost undisguised.

He had already obtained this thing, and this time, the altar clearly belonged to Zhuang Xiao alone. He could only watch helplessly, unable to get any benefit.

This feeling made Yan Liang feel very uncomfortable.

He even secretly didn't want Zhuang Xiao to receive the altar's reward.

Mo Fan gave Zhuang Xiao a wink.

Zhuang Xiaoxin understood immediately and quickly walked towards the altar, preparing to place the eggshell fragments into the grooves.

However, just as he was about to step onto the altar steps—

"rustle......"

A faint yet clear sound of footsteps came from deep within the vine-covered passage they had come from.

More than one person.

Mo Fan's gaze sharpened, and he instantly turned around, lowering his body slightly as he went into a state of alert. Zhuang Xiao also stopped and looked warily toward the source of the sound.

Soon, the vines began to sway.

Five figures filed out.

They wore identical gray-black combat uniforms, with an insignia of a rushing river embroidered on their chests. The leader was a square-faced young man with sharp eyes, exuding a scrutinizing air of someone accustomed to a position of authority.

"Looks like we're in luck."

The square-faced youth spoke, his voice calm, but his gaze, like that of a hawk, precisely locked onto the slightly glowing eggshell fragment in Zhuang Xiao's hand.

Upon seeing these five men, especially the insignia on their chests, Yan Liang's expression changed instantly.

"Linjiang Guild!" he blurted out, his voice trembling slightly without him even realizing it.

Mo Fan frowned slightly upon hearing the name.

He had no recollection of this guild.

However, among those who entered the Time Realm this time were indeed Beastmasters from Linjiang City. The fact that a guild could use the name of a city as its name speaks volumes about its strength and foundation.

"Oh? You recognize us?"

Upon hearing this, the square-faced youth curled his lips into a mocking smile, thus saving himself the trouble of introducing himself.

He took two steps forward, his posture casual, yet a sense of oppression was palpable.

“Since you know that, then stop wasting everyone’s time. Hand over what you have.” He raised his chin, gesturing to Zhuang Xiao, “Then get lost.”

"My patience is limited. If we start fighting and your pet gets hurt, the stuff will still be ours in the end. Why bother?"

These words are less of a threat and more of a statement of an established fact.

Yan Liang's face grew increasingly grim, and cold sweat even broke out on his forehead.

He knew the Linjiang Guild's style all too well; in Linjiang City, they were tyrants. Seizing resources and clearing out entire areas were commonplace for them.

Just then, the five people opposite seemed to lose interest in continuing the conversation.

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Five dazzling lights shone simultaneously.

Five pets of different shapes and sizes appeared beside them, exuding a powerful aura, with the lowest level being level 18!

And the pet next to the square-faced youth was level 20!

The situation instantly became tense.

The square-faced youth gave them one last glance, his tone icy: "Looks like you're going to refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences."

The air seemed to freeze.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a sudden voice rang out.

"and many more!"

It was Yan Liang who spoke.

He took half a step forward, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, but it wasn't directed at the Linjiang Guild members; instead, it was directed at Mo Fan and Zhuang Xiao.

"Um... Mo Fan, Zhuang Xiao, how about we just forget about it?"

Yan Liang adopted a peacemaker's stance, spreading his hands and earnestly advising, "The Linjiang Guild has already shown respect by not taking direct action. Let's not fight tooth and nail over something; it's not worth it."

"What if the pet gets hurt if a fight breaks out? This secret realm is still long, it's not worth the risk!"

Zhuang Xiao was stunned when he heard these words.

He stared at Yan Liang in disbelief, as if he were meeting him for the first time.

Even the people facing Jiang Guild were somewhat surprised, and then a playful expression appeared on their faces, as if they were watching an interesting internal strife.

Yan Liang's rhetoric was truly masterful.

Or rather, it was utterly disgusting.

He lightly glorified the Linjiang Guild's blatant act of robbery as "giving them face" and "not wanting to hurt them."

Instead, Mo Fan and Zhuang Xiao, who were unwilling to give up, were placed in the position of being "ungrateful" and "insisting on resisting".

More importantly, his manner of speaking completely distanced him from the group, as if he were just a passerby who happened to be there and was offering a friendly reminder.

Chapter 253 Despicable (Both chapters are around 2500 words)

Looking at Yan Liang's appearance, Mo Fan suddenly felt like laughing.

When people are extremely speechless, they might actually be unable to help but laugh.

Mo Fan felt exactly that way at that moment.

Yan Liang's demeanor perfectly embodies the phrase "flattering superiors and bullying subordinates."

Moreover, this was clearly not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather a deeply ingrained instinct.

When they encounter someone weaker than themselves, they think about how to gain an advantage.

When encountering someone stronger than oneself, regardless of whether the other party is in the right or not, the first reaction is to speak up for the other party and take the initiative to help the other party oppress the weaker party.

Just like now.

The people from the Linjiang Guild are clearly robbing us.

But in Yan Liang's mouth, it became that the other party was "giving face" and that Mo Fan and Zhuang Xiao were "unappreciative".

This behavior is simply outrageous.

They're not even as good as dogs.

A dog that's been fed by its owner will wag its tail. If a stranger breaks into the house, even if it can't fight back, it will at least bark at the intruder a few times.

of course.

Strictly speaking, Yan Liang and Mo Fan had only known each other for a short time, and there was no real friendship between them.

But what about Zhuang Xiao?

If it weren't for Zhuang Xiao's earlier help, it's questionable whether Yan Liang would have made it this far safely.

Now that they've actually run into trouble, not only does he not offer any help, but he's the first to step forward and help outsiders persuade Zhuang Xiao to hand over the items.

Mo Fan finally formed a definitive judgment about Yan Liang.

"The lower-end petty bourgeoisie."

There might be a little money at home.

The skill level of his family members is currently unknown, but Yan Liang's own skill level is certainly not very high.

They didn't learn much real skill, but they thought they had mastered a set of so-called "social skills".

Unfortunately, it was only the tip of the iceberg.

It doesn't even qualify as fur.

More accurately, precisely because they lack real skills and sufficient ability to establish themselves, such people will instinctively rely on the strong in whatever they do in life.

They never consider whether something is right or wrong in itself.

It all comes down to who's stronger.

Who has more money?

Who has more power?