He had no idea everyone thought he was dead. He was alive, and seeing that everyone else was fine made him happy. They were busy, so he naturally returned to their side without thinking much of it. It was that simple.
Yet this explanation left everyone utterly speechless.
While Wu Jinliang and the others were working, they had even called An Wuzhi over to lend a hand.
Whenever they found treasure, they had laughed and celebrated together.
They had all seen him beside them, yet not one had remembered that this fellow was supposed to be dead. Their attention had been entirely absorbed by the joy of treasure hunting.
Thus, An Wuzhi had not only dug up Wind Scales right in front of them, but also acquired a Heaven-and-Earth Bag.
Chu Jingtang could not help asking, "Brother An, after surviving that catastrophe, you didn't flee? You heard the commotion and actually dared to sneak over for a look?"
An Wuzhi said, "What if there was still a chance to get Divine Fire?"
Fine. As people who had nearly been killed by his hunt for Divine Fire, they instantly understood his thinking and did not want to waste another word on him. Some even cursed inwardly. A scourge like him could survive all that? There really was no justice in heaven.
Not a trace remained of their earlier sorrow over losing a companion.
Chu Jingtang turned away irritably and waved. "All right, hurry up and keep searching. Don't miss this chance to strike it rich."
Everyone turned and resumed working. An Wuzhi looked left and right suspiciously, still feeling that their reactions just now had been rather strange.
But just as they toppled another ice mountain, the tremor its collapse sent through the ground seemed abnormal, as though it had struck