"Chen Shu was right. Everything here was a cultural relic, and worth a fortune. We'd better avoid fighting here if we can. Besides, the Wish-Granting God Dragon's status was extraordinary. If we caused a ruckus here, we might offend him."
You might never have guessed those words had come from Zhang Suannai.
Zhang Suannai stood there frowning, solemn as could be, both hands raised to press down on the air. "Everyone, cool off. Don't get hung up on the details."
Wu Eiwei gave her a cold sidelong glance.
The Group Leader narrowed his eyes and frowned.
Master Tongdeng and young Master Xuanzhen couldn't help drawing their necks back, putting a little distance between themselves and her.
Chen Shu scratched his head.
One look at that goofball's expression told him she was full of wicked ideas.
They glanced at one another, silently exchanging thoughts.
Qingqing, meanwhile, had drifted a little farther away without anyone noticing, where she could take in the whole scene and quietly observe them.
"What are those looks for?"
Zhang Suannai's frown deepened. "What do you mean? I'm fucking looking out for our lives! Think about it. This is the Sage Ancestor Secret Realm, so the Sacred Ancestor must have built this city, right? It must be important to him, right? The Wish-Granting God Dragon must be his creation too, right? If we start fighting here and the Wish-Granting God Dragon eats us in one bite, who are we supposed to complain to?"
She slapped her left hand with her right—smack!—then spread both hands and looked at them. "Tell me, doesn't that make sense?"
They exchanged another round of looks and unspoken thoughts.
She did sound somewhat convincing.
Zhang Suannai's eyes darted. She stole a glance at one person, then another, without letting anything show. After a few