"Old Lin, did that guy Gong Cheng tell you which vegetables there are? Co on, tell us."
"Yeah, yeah, Old Lin, what vegetables are there, is there any at? I don’t even care what kind, lately my mouth has been craving sothing!"
Everyone was chattering, asking the guard Old Lin.
Old Lin listened to their words and secretly rolled his eyes.
The information he gathered, why should he give it to them? Even if he was specifically asking about fruits, why should he share the information he found out with them for free?
"If you want to know, just go ask Gong Cheng directly. I went through a lot of trouble to get this info, waiting to snatch so more when the ti cos."
He wasn’t going to make it easy for them; helping them would only harm himself. The little ancestor not only wanted to eat fruits, but vegetables and ats as well.
He still wanted to grab a bit more for himself, so how could he tell them the information he found out?
"Do you think I’ll tell you, and then you’ll go tell soone else?"
"How could that be? You tell , and I promise not to tell anyone else." That person assured, patting his chest.
Old Lin curled his lips, not speaking.
To believe this person, he might as well believe that pigs can fly.
Besides, was he even that familiar with this person? Clearly not. It was just in the past few days, for the sake of the little ancestor in their camp, he was here every day waiting for Gong Cheng and his group, and had chatted a bit.
How did they get to the point of exchanging information? Not likely, really not likely.
"If you want to know sothing, just go ask yourself. I only asked what I wanted to know. Besides, compared to , you should be more familiar with Brother Gong, right? I’m not about to compete here over who’s more familiar."
"You—"
Seeing Old Lin was unyielding, that person almost cursed.
What’s with the arrogance? Just because you found out sothing from Gong Cheng’s mouth? He just didn’t want to ask, but if he did, based on his familiarity with Gong Cheng, couldn’t he also find out so things?
"Fine, I’ll go ask myself!"
With that, he strode over to Gong Cheng, but unfortunately, Gong Cheng sent him back quickly.
Gong Cheng’s reason was simple. If everyone tried to cut corners like them, wouldn’t the people honestly waiting outside Camp Zhan Yun to buy his vegetables and grains be at a loss?
He ca back sulking, keeping a moderate distance while following Gong Cheng’s group, slowly heading towards Camp Zhan Yun.
"Who was that Old Lin, which plane is he from?"
When no one else ca to ask questions, Qian Jiyun spoke, asking Gong Cheng.
"Him? He’s a guard from the North Desert Camp. He ntioned his family is from the Dynasty, a great general. He’s a legitimate son. You know the North Desert Camp’s second brother, right? Interdiate planes and above, he can speak a bit at Huayan Peak too."
Gong Cheng replied.
"I was hoping to gather so intel from him, that’s why I talked with him a bit more."
Otherwise, he would’ve been sent off just like the person after Old Lin, not even getting any of the fruits, which weren’t enough for himself.
"Does their camp have soone exceeding the cultivation level?" An Jiuyue imdiately noticed sothing off and asked.
"Yes," Gong Cheng nodded.
"North Desert Camp has two people exceeding the cultivation level. At first, they panicked and ca to Camp Zhan Yun for help, bringing a lot of things, but in the end, Lan Zhiyi returned them all."
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