Inside the underground vault of the Flame-Marquis Tomb, the temperature spiked by fifty degrees in a single breath as the twelve-foot Rank 4 Early Two-Headed Flame-Spirit Hound bared its twin rows of fangs!
In Second Prince Qian Ye’s past-life memories, when he entered this vault five years in the future. It had taken him and twelve royal blood-guards three hours of brutal combat—sacrificing four guards’ lives. Burning three Rank 4 talismans—just to cripple this starving two-headed beast and harvest its beast core.
“Careful, Young Masters!”
Former royal envoy Envoy Zhao [Warmth: 66/100] instinctively leaped half a step forward with his mop raised. Ten-year-old Gu Ye Xiao , at Half-Step Rank 4, stepped calmly in front of his younger brother and sister, his hand resting on his [Homework-First Bamboo Ruler Sword].
Yet Gu Changsheng didn’t draw his spatula, and Grandpa Yao didn’t summon a single spark of pill fire.
Instead, Gu Changsheng looked down at nine-year-old Gu Nian , at Half-Step Rank 4, who wasn’t scared of the giant twelve-foot fire dog in the slightest, and nodded toward the boy’s bulging yellow schoolbag:.
“Nian’er, look at its ribs. A dog that hasn’t had dinner in five hundred years isn’t mean—it’s just hangry. Go feed the puppy.”
