Chapter 5661: The One at the Top of the Luck Board, Part 3
The Eastern Overlord secretly twitched his lips, then cleared his throat and said seriously, "Everyone, I see you've all been digging for nearly half an hour."
"And you still haven't found anything, have you?"
"If you keep digging, you'll only waste more and more time."
"Young Master Mo probably just got lucky earlier, which is why he found a small bag of Cold Void Sand under a floor tile in the Front Hall."
"Our time is limited. If you continue to waste it here, we won't have enough time to enter the Main Hall later."
"Think about it, usually the good stuff is mostly in the Main Hall, don't you agree?"
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately felt that the Eastern Overlord was absolutely right.
Zhang Jing nodded, immediately stopped digging, and quickly returned to Qiaomu and her group.
The Eastern Overlord was very right. If they spent most of an hour here, even if they dug out a tiny bit of Cold Void Sand, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy them.
It was better to listen to the Overlord, hurry up, and head to the Main Hall first.
He Weiping also calmed down at this point, nodded, and said to the pot-bellied man beside him, "Brother Fang, let's go too."
"Instead of continuing to waste time here, it's better to speed up and head to the Main Hall."
"Yes."
"Right!"
Everyone immediately threw down the half-dug floor tiles in their hands and quickly ran over, gathering around the Eastern Overlord.
"Overlord, we'll listen to you."
"Overlord, thank goodness for your guidance, otherwise we would have wasted our efforts again."
The Eastern Overlord nodded repeatedly to everyone with a smile. "No problem, no problem!"
"Everyone, let's set off quickly."
The Front Hall was empty; there was nothing worth exploring.
If it weren't for Little Mo Bao suddenly discovering Cold Void Sand hidden under a certain floor tile, they wouldn't have stopped and would have already passed through, right?
But speaking of which, that Young Master Mo truly lived up to his title as the person with the best luck.
He actually just casually dug up a brick and managed to get a god-level refining material; it's simply...
You simply can't compare people to people. You just can't.
Everyone followed the Eastern Overlord for a while and stopped in the corridor between the Front Hall and the Middle Hall.
Three岔道forked paths appeared before them, each looking identical.
They stopped, discussing which path to take, their small eyes frequently glancing at the frowning, deep-thinking Eastern Overlord.
"In my opinion, let's go straight through the middle!"
"No, no, the middle path looks a bit darker than the two sides. I think we should go left."
"Go right."
"I don't think any of these paths can be taken; they should all be traps."
"I remember in the past, there were only two diverging paths from the Front Hall to the Middle Hall. How are there three today?"
"The Western Overlord and his group went ahead. I wonder which path they took."
As they spoke, a loud bang echoed from the left fork.
Before long, the Western Overlord, with an incredibly foul look on his face, retreated from that fork with a hundred people.
At the same time, from the right fork, the Southern Overlord and Northern Overlord also rapidly retreated with their people. Everyone covered their noses with their sleeves, constantly fanning away the foul air in front of them.
The eight hundred people of the Saint Domain converged once more, exchanging glances.
The Southern Overlord's enchanting red dress was now stained with sticky black clumps of who-knew-what.
A strong stench emanated from them, making the Northern Overlord and others beside them roll their eyes.
"It stinks so bad!" Little Mo Bao pinched his tiny nose and buried his head in his father's arms.