Gu Li Sheng laughed. "Lion Dog, aren't you coming with us to take a look? You're from the Flame Radiance Crimson Ancient Lion Clan, the Grave Guardian Clan that guards the remnants of the Great Age!"
"Roar, roar~" Little Crimson gave a lewd chuckle, utterly unconcerned. "Crown Prince, I followed Brother Xun out of the Small Realm. Though I haven't been much use along the way, it's enough that I can help them dig mines and run errands."
"Dog Bro, exploring ruins is plenty safe!" Song Heng's fat jiggled, brilliance spilling from his eyes. "Aren't we going to get some immortal materials, build a ship, and take a spin above the Mist Nether Ancestral Land?!"
"This Daoist Priest has even thought up the treasure ship's name. It'll be called—the Tomb Luck Treasure Ship!"
"Is that all?!" Gu Li Sheng waved his sleeve and turned around, raising a brow. "Fatty, if you don't know how to name things, you needn't speak. You've lived for so many years, yet your learning is not even equal to a child's!"
"Ah?! Gu Li Sheng, then you name it!"
Song Heng nearly began cursing loudly. Several drops of spittle flew right onto Little Crimson's face as it squatted on the ground. He was anxious. "I meditated on this name for several thousand years! This ship can shift stars and pinpoint locations—searching Heaven Tombs above, immortal tombs in the middle, and Sea Tombs below!"
"Hiss..." Little Crimson sucked in a cold breath, its eyes already round as saucers. This... this was so thrilling. Fatty Song had some serious goods!
To be honest, it was somewhat tempted. It wanted to bring back some ancient treasures to add a little more fortune of the ages for Brother Xun, Brother Ox, and Sister Crane.
Gu Li Sheng snorted coldly,