"All right, now that we've collected all the Ancient Sculptures, let's get going."
The elder in dark blue turned to the women of Xiayu when the Haidongqing God arrived.
The women of Xiayu leaped onto the Haidongqing God's back. Shu Xiaohua, still at the edge of the cliff, turned to make an adorable face at Mo Xie and said with a giggle,
"Thanks for helping us, mighty expert. If Boss Jin and his people had stolen even one Ancient Sculpture, we wouldn't have been able to bring the complete set back to Xiayu."
"So you lied to me again, didn't you?"
Mo Xie showed no anger. Instead, he smiled and asked the question calmly.
His calm reaction baffled Shu Xiaohua. This was nothing like she had imagined.
A little annoyed, she puffed out her cheeks and went on,
"Of course I didn't lie to you. We had to make sure no one else stole the Ancient Sculptures. We never said we wouldn't take them ourselves. Besides, you got what you wanted."
A sweet smile returned to her face. She suddenly raised a finger and said,
"Oh, right. What we told you about the Heavenly Tribulation was true, though."
Everywhere he looked, fine threads of lightning flickered across the vast land and the black canopy of sky. They were still faint, still distant, but he could already sense the terrifying force that was about to descend!
The lightning element had never been so intense. It was as though a monstrous dragon, imprisoned beneath the Sea Cliff for tens of thousands of years, had awakened and now coiled across hundreds of kilometers of the boundless wetlands!
"If you knew moving the Ancient Sculptures would bring down a Heavenly Tribulation, what are you doing now?"
Feeling the familiar fluctuations of lightning, Mo Xie