"Brother Yuan, the Myriad Pill Furnace was something you obtained with great difficulty. We endured relentless pursuit because of it, and even Elder Li died for it. How could you just hand it over so easily?"
Leaning against a rock, his face pale from his injuries, Wang Lilong looked at Wang Liyuan with a mix of frustration and confusion. Deep down, he knew his earlier recklessness had burdened his elder brother.
"Enough of that. Giving up the furnace might actually be a good thing," Wang Liyuan replied calmly.
He handed Wang Lilong a healing pill, helping to stabilize his injuries. Then, leading his siblings, he hurriedly made his way toward the outskirts of the ruins.
This time, they had failed to gain any fortune and had even lost the Myriad Pill Furnace. But at the very least, he was determined to ensure that all three of the Wang family's heirs survived. Otherwise, it would truly be a disaster with no consolation.
