"What's this? Zhuge Liang?"
"Everyone, come look over here..."
"What? The Divine Dragon Hall? Whoa, there really is a dragon inside! It's moving! Holy crap!"
"Are Brother Chen and the others in there?"
"Brother Chen~~ Are you here?"
"Doesn't look like it... Who's going in first?"
"That dragon's staring at us! It won't eat us, will it? In the games I play, this is definitely a giant man-eating monster!"
"This poor Daoist will go in and take a look..."
"Amitabha. Junior Brother Xuanzhen, it's too dangerous to go in alone. This humble monk will accompany you."
"Let's go together. If there's danger, we can watch each other's backs. Though in my experience, there's no danger in the Sage Ancestor Cube or the Secret Realm."
"Okay."
Chen Shu silently tucked himself behind the Divine Dragon. He and Qingqing looked at each other, neither moving a muscle.
Although Spirit Power voice transmission was affected in this room, badly distorting their voices, their tones and choice of words were enough to tell who was who.
He could hear their concern for the two of them, too.
The two of them had probably been gone too long, and since the "humans" of Southern Continent had not yet been wiped out, the others feared they were in danger and had come to check.
That left him with a strange feeling—
On one hand, he desperately wanted to hear what wishes his silly group friends would make, preferably the sort they'd be ashamed to admit, like his own third wish. On the other, everyone was worried about them, while he was hiding here to laugh at them. It felt underhanded, and his conscience pricked him.
The two feelings began arguing in his head.
Conscientious Chen Shu roared with righteous indignation: "Is that decent of you? Doesn't