"Hmm?"
He stood up, clutching the top of the broken wall, and looked in the direction of the sound, his gaze penetrating the snowstorm.
"Huh? Is that... uh... an automobile?
"Who could have driven an automobile in here?
"Using the car's air conditioning to resist the snowstorm of this treasure vault?"
The young Gu Master frowned, feeling it was absurd!
Don't even mention the car's fuel tank which can only hold a hundred or so liters of fuel. Even if you brought a canister of fuel into this treasure vault, it would be absolutely useless!
...
Whoo...
Bits of wind and snow occasionally blew into this narrow cave.
The two brothers, wearing thick parkas, were huddled together, faces tucked inside their hoods.
On each of their foreheads was a blood-red rune personally written by the Ancient Immortal Master!
