Upon hearing the archaeologists speculate that this was Nuwa's tomb, Zuzi couldn't help but curl her lips in a mocking smile.
The little crow even covered its belly with its wings and rolled around: "Hehehe... I'm dying of laughter! Ancestor's tomb? What nonsense are you talking about? Your ancestor is still alive!"
Fu Xiqin also chimed in with a snarky comment: "Heh heh heh... If our ancestor were to build a tomb, it would definitely be a joint burial with our master, and ten times more grand than this..."
Before finishing, the little crow smacked its head hard: "Shut up! Your master didn't even marry our ancestor, what's the point of a joint burial! Besides, our ancestor is eternally youthful, with an everlasting immortal life, she doesn't need a tomb, so stop with the crow's mouth!"
Fu Xiqin shrank back with grievance, mumbling quietly: "… Brother Jin, I really don't have your way with words..."
The little crow: "You—get lost!"
