Strolling deeper into the treasury, the Crown Prince's gaze flicked around, bouncing from one lofty pile of gold to another, eyebrows drawing together steadily. Now standing in the centre of the room, Liu Mingyun spun on his heels, hair swaying behind him as he wiped the char of his hands and stared right at the Heavenly Demon.
"This is not the only treasury, I hope?" The spark of tentative hope in his crimson eyes was almost hilarious.
Almost.
Cheon WuHui inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he took a moment to compose himself. Suppressing the urge to chuckle itching beneath his skin, the Heavenly Demon offered the Crown Prince a measured nod. "It would be preposterous to presume a clan as old as Xiajin Yao would not have at least more than one treasury."
"It is simply a matter of locating them, then."
"Indeed." Stopping to toe at the gold ingot rolling to a halt before him, the crimson-haired man hummed. "We imagine locating every treasury would take quite a while."
