Gu Li Sheng's heart skipped a beat...
There was a great thief!
He drew a deep breath. His wildly shifting expression suddenly calmed somewhat. "Fishing Emperor, what do you mean by that? Why don't I remember such a thing ever happening? It was probably cooked up by that Fatty. As the saying goes, ignorance is no sin. What relation does it have to this Crown Prince?"
Gu Li Sheng put on an act as though he had been muddled out of his mind that year and knew nothing of what he had done. Song Heng watched until his teeth nearly shattered from clenching. He still remembered what happened that year...
When the factory owner's entire family died, Gu Li Sheng had wailed to heaven and earth the loudest—and had even contributed two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones!!!
Veins bulged one after another on Song Heng's forehead. The Treasure Hunting Compass passed down by his Old Ancestor was nearly crushed in his grip. If he did not destroy this bastard, he would be unworthy of the Grave Luck Demon Fiend Race!!
Gu Li Sheng lightly glanced at Song Heng, who looked ready to erupt like a volcano, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.
Chen Xun narrowed his eyes slightly from a distance. Gu Li Sheng now wore Golden Battle Armor, with dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing across it. Its aura was ancient. He was the sort of person one could spot at a glance even amid a sea of people.
He had hidden quite a few old items.
At a single glance, Chen Xun saw through Gu Li Sheng's assets. Smiling, he said, "Young Master Gu, Lao Mo told me everything. You cannot deny this debt—especially those two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones. How could a Great Vehicle Cultivator possibly