The Saint of thieves shook the yin-yang sand in his hand, feeling a little emotional and lonely. “Seven or eight of US came to look for that senior’s mantle, but in the end, I was the only one left.”
A trace of sadness lingered in his heart.
Su Yu said expressionlessly, “Life is fickle, my condolences.”
The Saint of thieves forced himself to pull himself together. Deep in his eyes, there was the vicissitudes of time. “Yes, I understand.”
She had been engaged in grave robbing all year round and had experienced countless life and death experiences, so she had long become indifferent to it.
“If I get that senior’s mantle, I’ll give you half,”the saint of Thieves said with a smile.
Su Yu smiled faintly. “Let’s talk about it after you get it.”
The mantle had yet to be obtained, so there was no need to talk about how to distribute it.
His gaze locked onto the area near the seal. He lowered his voice and asked, “What is the fierce corpse that you’re talking about?”
