The Eighth Day of the Twelfth Lunar Month, Endless Sea Coast (1)

"It won't be that easy." Ji Lutian shook his head. "Although Zhou Shu's cultivation is inferior to ours for the time being, according to my understanding of him, it won't be so easy for us to snatch his divine weapons. He's not so easy to control.

"Tang Qianluo thought that he could control him, but in the end? As you saw, he suffered a double loss."

Ji Lutian's expression was a little strange. Even with his knowledge, he found it unbelievable that Zhou Shu, a mere Earth Immortal, could empty the treasury of a grotto-heaven that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Even today, after thinking about it over and over again, he still felt that it was impossible.

But it happened.

Not only did it happen, but the victim still didn't know who did it.

The key was that Zheng Chengan, who had become the scapegoat, was still self-satisfied.

Thinking of this, Ji Lutian could only smile wryly.