Let the golden-winged roc race mine?
Only Cang Huan could think of such a genius idea.
He wasn't asking the golden-winged roc race to mine. He was afraid that the golden-winged roc race would appear in front of Zhou Shu too often and steal the giant spirit race's limelight.
After all, in a sense, the golden-winged roc race was more talented than the giant spirit race.
His sense of crisis was overflowing.
But would the golden-winged roc race obediently listen to him?
Obviously not!
The Golden-Winged Roc King only snorted. "Giant Spirit King, I'm sorry to disappoint you."
He raised his nose to the sky. "My golden-winged roc race doesn't have nothing to do. Do you think the lord gave me this Heavenly Halberd so that I could mine?
"Our golden-winged roc race bears a heavy responsibility! If you want to mobilize our golden-winged roc race to mine, tell the lord. As long as the lord asks, I definitely won't say anything!"
