"Sister, the ultimate treasure of Xueyu Kingdom is not the Ice Soul Cold Lotus."
Lin Yixuan suddenly looked up, filled with joy, a strange gleam in his eyes: "The real treasure is still in their holy land. The people of Xueyu Kingdom don't know the truth either."
"Yixuan!"
Lin Qingluo was taken aback, instinctively interrupting him.
"Sister, I didn't say anything."
Lin Yixuan shrugged innocently, his face full of pure innocence.
"You mentioned the holy land."
Shitou's ears were sharp and caught every word.
"Did I? I don't remember."
Lin Yixuan played dumb, subtly moving towards the curtain.
"Yixuan."
Lin Qingluo clenched her fingers one by one.
"I'm going to help Brother Lan with the injured."
Like a slippery catfish, Lin Yixuan zipped out of the tent and disappeared.
"Yixuan, you stop right there."
Lin Qingluo vanished from her original position as well.
A high-decibel roar echoed from outside the tent.
"Oh boy, he's always pushing the Master's limits."