"Sister, there are no treasures here either."
After breaking the prohibition of over a dozen rooms and finding nothing, Chu Chen suddenly became dispirited.
"A bunch of liars."
Chu Xin also mumbled, cursing all the Heavenly Prides.
Meanwhile, the mini-version of the twin-headed pig turned over in Chu Chen's arms, comfortably squinting its four pig eyes.
The switch from being ridden to being held felt oh-so-delightful.
Chu Chen's chubby hands rubbed the twin-headed pig's heads. Beneath the dragon-shaped mask, his round eyes shifted, and he leaned his small head toward Chu Xin, whispering, "Sister, do you think the Guardian Formation of the Divine Sword Pavilion is set up with Ancient Treasure?"
Chu Xin's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "How did I not think of that? Let's go, let's go treasure hunting."
"Yeah, yeah!"
