When Zhang Xiaofan laid out their spoils in front of them, the five senior brothers immediately fell silent.
"Little Junior Brother! Great job! Keep it up tomorrow!" Sixth Senior Brother gave Little Fatty a thumbs-up.
"What kind of horn is this? It feels like it could be made into a powerful magic treasure!"
"This fur could make me a fine writing brush."
"This mineral ore seems to have spiritual energy fluctuations!"
The senior brothers began rummaging through the pile of spoils with great interest, excitedly discussing what they had found.
Of course, Little Fatty had no idea what was going on. He only saw that his senior brothers seemed to like the things he had brought back.
"These are mine!" When Little Fatty saw his senior brothers trying to tuck the things into their own arms, he hurriedly threw himself over them, wrapped his arms around the pile, and shouted.
The senior brothers looked a little embarrassed.
"What do you need so many for? Besides, you can't take them all with you!" Fifth Senior Brother eyed the treasures in Little Fatty's arms enviously.
"You've forgotten, there are plenty more treasures down in Death Spirit Abyss! Can you take them all?" Sixth Senior Brother chimed in.
"I still won't give them to you!" Little Fatty lay across the treasures without getting up and glared at Sixth Senior Brother.
The two demons, who had been watching the whole time, smiled at the Azure Cloud Sect senior and junior brothers as they horsed around. They felt a little envious, and a little sad. They remembered how, back when the Fox Clan had not yet been slaughtered on Mount Huqi, everyone had loved one another and spent each day happily playing and bickering. But now...
That day, Little Fatty sat on the tails Six-Tailed