The Frost Mammoth is incredibly powerful, comparable to a Heavenly Immortal when grown, even a Peak Heavenly Immortal. Its pair of tusks are highly valuable magical treasure materials, sought after by ordinary cultivators.
Yet now, the corpse is right in front of us, and nobody wants it?
The demonic beast that killed the Frost Mammoth left its corpse behind without a care, allowing Carson Flores and the others to reap a huge windfall.
Carson's gaze instinctively fell on Mack Conley beside him. Was this a result of his luck?
Carson reflected on himself. Although he always prided himself on having good luck, it was never like this, was it?
How is this any different from being given gifts by the divine hand?
Despite this, Mack remained calm, looking at everyone watching him, and softly chuckled, saying: "Luck, it's the same as picking up money off the sidewalk, nothing surprising."
Money on the sidewalk?
This metaphor fits well. Isn't it like finding money while walking?
