"I wasn't the one who woke it up," Si Wei'an said, stunned for a moment.
"What did you say?" Jing Shangxiu was taken aback. "Who else could it be besides you? Unless someone like us has mastered a method to control this ruin, it's absolutely impossible!"
The smile on Si Wei'an's face gradually froze.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted outside the ancient city, and in an instant, gunfire roared like thunder!
"Damn that meddling fat bastard, Mr. Liu!"
Jing Shangxiu cursed angrily, "Baka!"
Si Wei'an said coldly, "Bring those things out and prepare for battle."
The eight Vajra Arhats nodded slightly and turned to leave.
When they returned, each of them was carrying a silver coffin, bound tightly with iron chains.
"Prepare to open the gate to the underground ruins. This time, we must locate the fragments of the Qilin Wedge!"
Si Wei'an said in a deep voice, "Eight years cannot go to waste."
