Relic?
Wei He's heart stirred at the word.
Then he heard Miss Tao continue her voice transmission.
"True Brother, do you know that the one inviting you over is a senior expert of the Wushi Sect, not someone you or I can resist? If I cannot bring you back, even I will be punished on the spot."
She played the sympathy card. Tears glimmered in her ugly eyes, somehow creating the faint illusion that she was still pitiable to behold.
Song Shizhen's heart indeed softened somewhat.
It had to be said that, in the beginning, the brothers had relied on Miss Tao's strength to avoid quite a few troubles.
She had helped them resolve many difficulties.
Now that Miss Tao was in trouble, it would have been one thing if they lacked the ability to help. But they clearly could help, yet refused to lend a hand—would that not be repaying kindness with enmity?
"What do you need me to do?!" Song Shizhen ultimately had more backbone than his elder brother. He immediately stepped forward and gritted his teeth.
"As long as you can solve the relic formation problem posed by that senior, all the trouble you brothers caused before will not only be wiped clean, but you will also receive ten thousand taels of gold as compensation!" Miss Tao rejoiced inwardly, her tone growing gentler.
Listening from the side, Wei He began to form some thoughts.
The Wushi Sect, a relic, a formation seal—these key words put together piqued his interest.
He had already found Shi Heng's arrival from the Wushi Sect somewhat suspicious. It had been far too sudden, far too swift.
It was as if Shi Heng had already been nearby and simply rushed over at speed.
Now, it seemed the Wushi Sect had discovered a relic