"Fatty, wouldn't buying magical artifacts cost a whole lot of spirit stones?!"
Little Crimson's features nearly scrunched together as he let out a low growl. "And going down into the Sea Tomb... wouldn't that mean life-and-death danger? I just wanted to pick up some ancient treasures weathered by time, not risk my life!"
"Fatty, if you remain stubbornly obsessed, I'm going back to the Heaven Severing Great Plains!"
"Lion Dog, when did this Daoist Priest ever say there'd be life-and-death danger?!"
Song Heng thrust out his huge belly, making his fat jiggle three times. "I calculated that the tomb's former master was an Early Stage Great Ascension venerable. There is absolutely no life-and-death danger."
"Really?" Little Crimson still had some hesitation in his eyes. "Fatty, also, I don't have any spirit stones in my Storage Ring. I only left with an empty Storage Ring."
Damn it!
Song Heng cursed inwardly. This Lion Dog was stingy to the bone—he would not cough up even a single spirit stone.
Still, he had picked up quite a few bargains during the Heavenly River War, so his reserves were fairly substantial. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to explore the Sea Tomb of Supreme Royal Heaven.
"Don't worry. This Daoist Priest has asked around. There's an Antique Street in this city."
Song Heng chuckled slyly and began turning over the Treasure Hunting Compass in his hand. "Let's buy some goods there. It looks like there are quite a few fellow cultivators there too, so it can serve as our temporary base."
"Daoist Priest is right," Gu Li Sheng echoed.
"Haha, Li Sheng, we're blood brothers. Of course I'll look after you."
Song Heng patted Gu Li Sheng's shoulder with a face full of satisfaction, wearing the air of an elder brother. "When the time