"I say... Ji Xing, are you tired of living? Do you plan to dismantle... that being's... altar...?"
She seemed to have heard something unbelievable and immediately got flustered.
Her long purple hair stood up, as if electrified.
Zhang Xiaoman glanced at him with an unhurried look, pressing his palm down and said:
"What are you worried about? After all, we've already killed so many members of the Demon Clan. That being won't spare us, so we might as well pack up these stones and take them. Maybe they can fetch a good price in Star Coins."
"But, but..."
"But if that being hasn't noticed this place, then you might be able to get away by luck, right?"
Zhang Xiaoman interjected.
"Have you ever thought that if it hasn't noticed here, dismantling this altar won't alert it either? And if it has already sensed us, then we're doomed anyway, so why not make a big profit before dying?"
One has to admit that the brain circuitry of a simpleton is beyond a normal person's comprehension.
