East Sea Dragon Palace.
Once extravagantly luxurious, the East Sea Dragon Palace no longer existed. All its splendor had vanished. Every Night-Luminescent Pearl in the Dragon Palace had been taken, the palaces had been utterly destroyed because they had been carried away, and the earth was riddled with countless pits filled with heaps of bones! There were even some unconscious people lying stark naked.
Jin Peng looked at Fat Bro and Bamboo Pole, his face already black as ink poured from a bucket.
"Both of you, over these past few days, you dug up every ancestral grave in the East Sea Dragon Palace. You didn't even spare the ancestral graves of the nameless Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals. Now will you finally leave?" Jin Peng said, the muscles on his face twitching.
"You don't know the price of firewood and rice if you aren't the one running the household! Even mosquito meat is still meat!" Bamboo Pole lectured him.
Jin Peng's face darkened again. If the Heavenly Emperor hadn't ordered him to treat the two with courtesy, he would have loved nothing more than to go over and slap them to death. These two bumpkins were utterly humiliating. If word got out about what he had accompanied them in doing these past few days, his lifelong reputation would be ruined.
The ancestral-immortal Jin Peng wielding a giant spade, digging up graves and robbing tombs to strike it rich? Just thinking about it made Jin Peng shudder with disgust!
"Come on, let's go. There definitely isn't anything valuable left!" Jin Peng coaxed the two, feeling aggrieved.
"All right, forget it. We're rich and important people now anyway. Let's overlook that little bit of money!" Fat Bro declared grandly, flush with wealth.
Rich? Important?
Jin Peng truly couldn't understand why the two