"You villains, why are you attacking my Divine Coffin? If you break it, you won't be able to afford it."
"Why attack my sister's Divine Coffin?"
Chu Xin and Chu Chen climbed out of the Divine Coffin, one holding a milk bottle and the other pointing at the cultivators, angrily questioning.
Roar!
The Two-headed Fire Dragon also let out an angry roar, its narrow pig eyes fiercely staring down the cultivators.
"Two little brats?"
Hearing that babyish voice, the cultivators were stunned.
That voice sounded so young and combining it with their height, they estimated that these two brats couldn't be older than five years old.
How could such young children be in this coffin?
Could it be their elders were also inside this coffin?
Walking in the State Sea with two little toddlers, either their elders had formidable strength, or their elders commanded many cultivators; either way, they had to handle the situation with caution.
