C180 Antediluvian Matrix

Muttering to himself, he wondered if Lu Yiming could hear him. Regardless, he took comfort in knowing his conscience was clear.

Qin Xuan only stopped when the treasure bag could hold no more. With a heavy heart, he stowed it away, gazing at the vast remainder of the gold with a twinge of regret.

"Qin Xuan, I need a bit more time. Why don't you head up first?" Qingluo suggested