"Someone knows where Luoo Qu Tomb is? Are you telling the truth...?" Luoo Zhanhao shot to his feet, grabbing Nie Yun's shoulders with both hands, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
The Luoo Qu Tomb was a treasure left by his ancestor, and his inability to find it as a descendant had always been a source of great regret. Now, hearing this news, a wave of intense excitement flooded his mind, causing him to lose his composure.
"Heh..." Seeing his excitement, Nie Yun forced a dry laugh while enduring the painful grip on his shoulders.
"My sincerest apologies. I was just too excited. Please, tell me more. What exactly is going on?" Noticing the strange look on the young man's face, Luoo Zhanhao realized he had lost his composure. He gave an embarrassed smile and released his grip.
