"Got it, Fatty Jiang!"
The two of them exchanged a glance and burst out laughing.
Fatty Jiang turned and gave Zheng Xiu a jaunty wave. "The mountains stand tall and the rivers run long! Little Brother Gongsun, Patriarch Xie... We shall meet again!"
"We shall meet again."
Zheng Xiu smiled and clasped his hands in farewell to the nonchalantly departing Fatty Jiang, and just like that, they parted ways.
No one noticed that when Fatty Jiang spoke those four words, "We shall meet again," Xie Luohe, who was kneeling on the ground with her head bowed, trembled slightly.
Outside, the remaining bandits who had fought tooth and nail against the Divine Martial Army learned that the treasure vault was empty. One by one, their faces turned ashen, utterly crestfallen.
Inside Nie Gong's Treasure Vault, only Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe remained.
"Since it's empty, let's go back."
Zheng Xiu extended a hand to Xie Luohe.
Xie Luohe didn't move. Her breathing was faint.
"Xie Luohe?"
