"So, you're saying that around this tomb, there might well be a hidden facility for creating gods?" Baiyue analyzed calmly.
Having not found the Sacred Scripture of the Ancestors, Cheng Ziang left the sarcophagus disappointingly and walked over to the others. Facing Luo'er's expectant eyes, he shook his head helplessly and said, "It seems we might have trouble finding anything of value in this tomb. However, I overheard your conversation, and if we can find a god-making facility, it might not necessarily be a bad thing for headquarters."
"Didn't find the Sacred Scripture of the Ancestors?" Luo'er asked.
"Right," Cheng Ziang nodded, then spread his hands and said, "I didn't find the Sacred Scripture of the Ancestors on my ancestor's body. There were plenty of gold and silver vessels buried with him, but I couldn't possibly do such a despicable thing."
