It didn't resemble other cave dwellings filled with oddities; Gu Heqian's abode was notably "tidy."
This cleanliness wasn't about being spotless but rather the absence of miscellaneous items. Everything was ordinary—stone tables and chairs, all utterly mundane, as if it were a retreat for some reclusive expert.
"Heh heh, that old thief Gu is the best at deception. The plainer it looks, the more treasures he has hidden!" Black Donkey said, drooling as his eyes shone brightly.
"...Have you been tricked by him?"
"Pah, would I, so astute, fall for that ancient thief's tricks?" Black Donkey snorted disdainfully, but his long donkey face involuntarily betrayed a sense of indignation, suggesting that he had indeed been duped in the past.
Zhou Heng laughed out loud. Regardless, Gu Heqian had been dead for tens of thousands of years, and there was no need to speak ill of the dead.