Gu Lisheng's heart skipped a beat...
There was a great thief!
He drew a deep breath. His wildly changing expression suddenly calmed somewhat. "Fishing Emperor, what do you mean by that? Why don't I recall such a thing ever happening? This was probably cooked up by that dead fatso. As the saying goes, ignorance is no crime—what does it have to do with this prince?"
Gu Lisheng put on the air of someone who had been out of his mind back then and knew nothing of what he had done. Song Heng's teeth were nearly shattered from grinding them. He still remembered what had happened...
When the Plant Director's entire family had died, Song Heng had wailed to the heavens and pounded the earth louder than anyone—and had even contributed two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones!!!
Veins bulged across Song Heng's forehead one by one. He was nearly crushing the Treasure-Seeking Compass passed down by his ancestors. If he did not destroy this bastard, he would be unworthy of the Tomb-Luck Demonfiend Clan!!
Gu Lisheng casually cast a glance at Song Heng, who looked ready to erupt like a volcano, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved upward.
Chen Xun narrowed his eyes slightly from not far away. Gu Lisheng was now clad in golden battle armor, dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing across it, its aura ancient. He was the sort of person whom one would spot at a glance even in a sea of people.
He had hidden away plenty of old treasures.
With one look, Chen Xun saw through Gu Lisheng's assets. Smiling, he said, "Young Master Gu, Old Mo told me everything. You cannot weasel out of this debt, especially those two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones. How could a Great Vehicle Realm cultivator possibly bear an Ancient