Killing someone for their treasure was a perfectly normal occurrence. If he truly encountered a great treasure, Yang An wouldn't mind doing so himself.
Possessing a treasure was a crime in itself; a powerful Magical Artifact naturally belonged to the one strong enough to hold it.
However, he wouldn't attack without reason—unless he couldn't resist the temptation.
"I am."
The woman's answer was crisp, but she continued speaking.
"But if the Immortal Master wants my things, you can have them. I only ask that the Immortal Master save me. I want to take you as my master. If I can become your disciple, I will offer my treasure with both hands."
As she spoke, she knelt down with a THUD.
"Oh?"
Yang An let out a soft sound of surprise. He was indeed tempted.
A Magical Artifact that could conceal one's aura so completely that even he couldn't detect it at close range... that ability seemed far stronger than the Illusion Technique he had mastered.
