If it's Magical Treasures and Spiritual Objects, it's best not to touch any of them. Such things, Master definitely has a good idea about.
If it's real gold and silver, there's no need to be polite. Take as much as possible, I guess Master wouldn't mind.
A group of people followed the "kidnapper" into the cave, reaching the depths where it was pitch black inside. The "kidnapper" opened the door to his Portable Residence: "Brothers, this way!"
The fellow disciples followed in.
"What is this place?"
"It's so dark, why not light a torch?"
"Why is there a bed here? Does someone live here?"
"Oh, not just a bed, but a beautiful girl too!"
Hong Ying was delighted, turned back and smiled: "Am I beautiful?"
"Mother! A ghost!"
This person was bound to be unlucky; this one sentence enraged Hong Ying.
Hong Ying swung her sword, cutting off the person's ears and nose: "Look at yourself in a puddle of urine, and see if you look like a ghost!"
