"Ancestor." Grant quickly flew over.
"Hm." Xanthus looked at Grant, a rare smile appeared on his face, "Little 9, why have you come here?"
"Ancestor my recent days have been hard." Grant gave a helpless expression.
"I understand." Xanthus saw the look on his descendants, and shook his head. The mission of the universe refinement, this descendant had performed extremely well!
However, because of the transportation of the item was a little skewered, they ended up this way. And the treasures his descendant had acquired were all passed on to his own hands.
"Ancestor, doing anything within the imperial planet requires money." Grant said helplessly, "I know now that there was a Galaxia State punk had stolen that item. However I'm unable to use the empire's information system or news to search for him. It's frustrating knowing where the treasure is, but not being able to acquire them."
"Hm?" Xanthus's eyes gleamed, "Are you sure?"
"Very sure!"