"I think it's best we don't interfere," Lu Xingchen said. "We don't know if that battle sword is a good omen or a curse. We're already in a perilous situation. If anything else unexpected happens, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"What a joke!" Murong Xiong scoffed. "Why did we come to the Netherworld? Wasn't it to enter the Imperial Capital and, while we're at it, grab some treasures? Now that we've finally stumbled upon a treasure, how could we possibly not take it? If you don't want it, I do!" With a cold smirk, Murong Xiong broke away from the team on his own, plunged into the horde of skeletons, and charged toward the hillock.
"Why won't he ever listen to reason?" Lu Xingchen sighed, his face etched with helplessness.
"Good omen or curse, we can't just abandon Murong Xiong," Dongfang Wuheng declared, waving his hand. "Let's go take a look too." The team immediately wheeled around and streamed towards the hillock.
