Oh, handsome Three-Eyed Senior, the biggest unfair advantage in this gamble is that I'm carrying Senior White's arm!
"Somehow, I always feel like Fellow Daoist Mask, you're courting death." Phoenix Ritual Zither Master's Claw landed on Song Shuhang's shoulder as she spoke into his ear.
Song Shuhang: "..."
Am I really being that obvious about courting death?
As they spoke, Senior White's arm in the void stopped spinning.
Senior White's palm pointed toward a certain location—the place where the moldy, fur-covered green slime, the Ancient God, was.
In other words, Senior Three-Eyed Youth's "treasure" was on the Ancient God!
Song Shuhang raised his head. "Look at the sky."
Sure enough, I didn't mishear it earlier. That's his catchphrase. Phoenix Ritual Zither Master's Claw's heart stirred.
Could this Fellow Daoist Mask also be a fellow Daoist from the Ancient Heavenly Court?
Moreover, he was very likely someone who had been on good terms with Northern Great Emperor's turtle.
Phoenix Ritual Zither Master's Claw grew curious about Fellow Daoist Mask's true identity. Although she knew that he was wearing a mask precisely because he did not want to reveal his identity, knowing that and being curious were two different things. Curiosity was not something she could control.
The most she could do was restrain herself and not actively investigate Fellow Daoist Mask's identity. But if she passively obtained some information and deduced his identity, she couldn't be blamed for it.
"The treasure... is this Ancient God?" Phoenix Ritual Zither Master's Claw looked up at the extremely charming arm in the air and asked.
Although it was only an arm, for some reason, it looked incredibly alluring, stirring up an urge to possess it.
"The treasure isn't the Ancient God. The timelines don't match." Song Shuhang slowly shook his head.
Senior Three-Eyed Youth's