The Vermilion Bird Clan's Demise!

At this point, Long Ao was completely at his limit. The spirit stones and racks piled behind him like a small mountain had crushed the breath out of him, while his little sister up front was still waving her hands around and giving orders...

"Forward, forward! Keep moving, hurry up! Why are you crawling like a turtle?"

Long Ao nearly spat blood. At last, they reached the doorway—but getting through it became another problem. They could only slowly unload everything, then... tie it back on after getting outside.

"Long Ao, Long Xiao, get this sorted out. I'm going to see my lord!" Long Qian said before hurriedly running off.

Seeing this, Long Ao collapsed straight onto the ground. His father had just run off? And he had even given such a death order—wasn't this practically asking for his life?!

But there was no other choice. He could only carry it out piece by piece.

After nearly half an hour of moving, they finally got everything outside, and Long Xiao began tying it back onto him little by little.

"Move out! We're going back to find my lord!" Like a female general, Long Xiao commanded Long Ao, her "laborer."

"Roar!" Long Ao let out a great roar, leapt into the air, and transformed into his true form. His massive dragon body bore that mountain-sized pile of treasures.

"What are you roaring for? Honestly..." Long Xiao said, spinning and leaping onto the top of the little mountain.

"Awoo!" Long Ao wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only let his sister have her way.

Meanwhile, Long Qian had already arrived at Jun Tianlin's side.

"My lord, this haul—er, this clearing-out of the Vermilion Bird Clan's ancestral treasury—was divided into three loads. My lord, they're all in these evil rings," Long