The chunk of iron vibrated briefly, and that manic voice sounded even louder.
"What's the matter? Why does everyone look so beat down? Like you're about to die—do you even realize your mounts have keeled over?"
The Great Scholar looked helpless, unsure whether this "Spirit" was reveling in their misfortune or simply lacked intelligence. He spoke in defeat, "Senior, we've encountered extreme cold—we're all about to freeze to death."
The voice replied, "How weak are you all? Dying from the cold like this. With this level of strength, you dare scavenge for treasure?"
"Do you not know that the real legendary trash is always in perilous places?"
The people of Wulan City endured it, but the soldiers of Maige City stared wide-eyed. A chunk of iron dares mock us?
Still, they were too drained to fuss over this thing and could only suffer in silence.
"Sigh, come closer, I, the Greedy Demon God·Lu Yuan, will grant you some protection!"
