Zhao Sheng's mind was racing, instantly connecting more possibilities. He feared there might be a bigger secret hiding in the small town than just the treasure.
He looked up to observe the expressions of the others and, sure enough, saw a few faces showing odd expressions, indicating that some people also considered this possibility.
The room suddenly fell silent, but was quickly broken by a middle-aged woodcutter speaking up.
"Staying here is futile. I shall take my leave first. If there are new discoveries in the future, I will share them with each fellow Taoist. Farewell!" The middle-aged woodcutter cupped his hands and bid farewell to the crowd, then left the room without looking back.
Seeing someone take the lead, a group of people with different thoughts also found excuses to leave.
Before long, only Zhao Sheng and the middle-aged scholar remained in the room.
Zhao Sheng walked to the window, opened it a crack, and looked outside.
