Very quickly, the treasure was all consumed by the Wisdom Pill Pavilion's master. He put down the wooden bucket, still dissatisfied.
He slowly asked, "You've done well this time. Have you figured out where the dog race is?"
"Uhm…"
The third elder was stunned for a moment as he shook his head and said, "No."
"Idiot!"
The pavilion master cursed loudly as he said coldly, "The dog race can produce such a treasure, it's obvious we should own them. That way, we'll have a neverending supply! You actually didn't bother taking the chance to look into where the dog race is. You lost such a golden opportunity."
At the pavilion master's words, the third elder was filled with embarrassment.
He was way too naive. He was nowhere near as cunning as the pavilion master.
He merely wanted to trick the dog race, but the pavilion master wanted to attack them at their roots. He had not thought of such an amazing tactic, it was really a pity.