Zhao He left with the Bamboo-Wood Ant Cart.
Qian Fang was left behind, helplessly entertaining these fellow cultivators from the Mo Family.
Having stayed here for quite some time, he had come to understand these Mo Family cultivators. Their thirst for studying mechanisms was even more exaggerated than that of the sect's own senior and junior brothers.
Moreover, they truly loved objects that could transform at will—clearly, the Bamboo-Wood Ant Cart had caught their eye.
This was both a good thing and a bad thing.
The good thing was that Mo Family cultivators were quite generous. Whether it was Spirit Stones, Spirit Materials, or even certain techniques, they were willing to offer them in exchange.
The bad thing was that these people had a stubborn streak that would not rest until they got what they wanted.
There had once been a Mo Family cultivator who wanted a certain spirit plant from the sect. He spent several hundred years, forcibly converting his own spiritual power bit by bit into earth-vein energy and moving himself into the sect.
Though that fellow ended up in a miserable state, and only avoided being planted into a tree because the Mo Family's Transformation God Ancestor personally came to his door, the Mo Family's "stubbornness" became well known.
"Fellow Cultivator Qian."
The Mo Family cultivator leading the group spoke bluntly. "We have already seen that unusual spirit-insect cart. Please help us pass along a message—what would it take to obtain it?
"If your sect's fellow cultivator is willing, we can invite an uncle-master from Mo City to come over and sign a formal contract."
This showed more than enough sincerity.
They did not even know the precise circumstances of those special spirit ants, yet they had come directly to seek cooperation.
On one hand, they truly