Ao Huang said, "Didn't you see that black stone sphere? Ten zhang tall, sitting in a very conspicuous spot. It felt like an Ancient Demon treasure."
Mountain Bearer snapped, "Treasure, my ass! That's a Sacrificial Sphere of the Ancient Demon Clan! They could use hundreds in a single ritual! Most were destroyed afterward, which is why they're so rare. The Flood Dragon Sage definitely knew what it was. If it were really valuable, he'd have carried it with him! You're both a pair of swindlers! First you tricked me with Annihilation Afterglow, then with this lousy sphere! If I ever work with you again, I'll take your surname!"
Fang Yun snorted coldly. "Enough nonsense. You pick one, then I pick."
Mountain Bearer gave Fang Yun and Ao Huang a deeply distrustful look, then reached inside and took out a pale golden dragon-head statue. It was enormous, seven zhang tall, and exquisitely crafted. Even after hundreds of thousands of years, its colors had only faded slightly, and its surface bore not a single scratch or crack. It was a work of art rarely seen in the Myriad Worlds. In the eyes of certain Half-Sages who enjoyed collecting, it was worth more than a Great Scholar's Literary Treasure.
Mountain Bearer opened his mouth, and the dragon-head statue rapidly shrank and flew inside.
"This is a classic Dragon City statue. Only Dragon Sages were allowed to collect them. I'll take it back to the Summit of Myriad Stars and display it at home! Anything else would be embarrassing to show! Eight lifetimes of bloody bad luck have landed on my head this time. I went to the Flood Dragon Sage Palace and risked life and limb, only to get a piece of furniture!" Mountain Bearer fumed.
Ao Huang chuckled away.
"Hand over the