Ajjar and the others watched Tang Xiaoling rummaging through the treasure chests, their mouths twitching.
Because while they stood there in a daze, they suddenly realized something.
This little toddler wasn't looting treasures. She seemed to be searching for something instead!
Seriously, what was wrong with this world?
Were those gleaming spirit artifacts really that unappealing?
Girl, don't throw away that low-grade spirit artifact!
Hey, hey, hey! You're even tossing middle-grade spirit artifacts? That's going too far!
At that moment, Ajjar and the others couldn't take it anymore and let out a strange yell:
"Stop!"
Then they all raced toward Tang Xiaoling, scrambling to get there first!
Their sudden shout gave Tang Xiaoling quite a fright, and she plopped onto the floor.
She looked in panic at the people running toward her and hurriedly covered her head with her little hands:
"Don't!"
But just as she was about to recite the incantation, she suddenly noticed something.
They weren't paying any attention to her at all. Instead, they were frantically fighting over the treasure chests.
The curry-scented Indian, in particular, already had a crazed grin on his face.
With a sweep of his arm, he hurled the people beside him away and grabbed all three of the most precious middle-grade spirit artifacts from the chests.
"Hahahaha! I've hit the jackpot!"
"With these middle-grade spirit artifacts, forget Ghost Generals-I won't even have to fear a Ghost Monarch!"
The Ghost General inside the ceiling: ???
Seriously, man, three measly middle-grade spirit artifacts were enough to send you this far off the rails?
You weren't even taking Ghost Monarchs seriously anymore!
When it came to getting carried away, you were fucking better at floating than we were!
Without a roof to hold you down, you'd probably have soared straight into the sky by now!