Zhiyan lay on the ground, not yet recovered from the wave of excitement. He propped himself up, facing Nia who had just hoisted him up, without a single complaint.
"That's really something. Now I can say I have a basic understanding of the language of the Evil God, and my resume has just gained another ancient and boast-worthy item."
"So who are you planning to brag to? I don't think this skill is all that useful. Evil Gods are rare, and they aren't going to discard their chaotic thoughts over a nursery rhyme." The Giant Dragon pushed away the coffin lid of the tomb's original occupant that stood in the center like a backdrop. Poor fellow, only a few bone fragments remained, the lower half turned to dust.
