"When things deviate so strangely from the norm, it usually means trouble. The sudden opening of the First Ruthless Man's tomb door... this is surely an ill omen."
The Old Goat Head's face turned somewhat gloomy. After taking a puff from his dry tobacco pipe, he tried to compose himself.
"Old Goat Head, can you stop fear-mongering here?" the Big Black Dog frowned and said.
"Fear-mongering? Humph! I've navigated the tomb-raiding world for thousands of years and never encountered such an eerie event. This place truly lives up to its name as the First Ruthless Man's tomb; it's filled with mysteries..."
The Old Goat Head puffed on his dry pipe—PUFF, PUFF—and said in a deep voice.
"I feel... like there's no danger inside. Does anyone want to go in first and check?" a cultivator from the Demon Clan shouted.
"Humph! If anyone's going, you go first!" the Sky-boring Rat huffed coldly.
