The weather grew colder and colder.
In little more than ten days, snow had begun to fall around Qingqiu Mountain.
Yet despite the freezing cold, peach blossoms still bloomed across the peach trees blanketing the mountains and fields.
That day, Chen Mu trudged slowly along the stone steps of a cliff, braving the howling wind.
Not long after passing the Demon Suppressing Needle, which resembled a pillar holding up the heavens, the Myriad Sutra Cave came into view in the distance.
"Greetings, Elder Hu." Inside the Myriad Sutra Cave, Chen Mu arrived at the counter by the entrance and smiled as he cupped his hands in salute.
"Chen Mu?" Hu Buwei looked up, his voice tinged with puzzlement.
Chen Mu could not help finding it strange. He was merely an insignificant Dao Soldier, yet this reclusive elder remembered him so clearly?
"I'm truly honored that Elder Hu still remembers me," he said tentatively.
Could this blackhearted old man be plotting something?
"After all, you were willing to spend three thousand three hundred White Jade, you sucker... Ahem, valued customer."
"Of course you were worth remembering," Hu Buwei said calmly.
You wanted to call me a sucker, didn't you?
Damn old man!
"Go on. What do you need from me?" Hu Buwei asked blandly.
Suppressing the urge to smash the old man in the face, Chen Mu respectfully asked, "I would like to know whether there are any materials besides Moli Silver that can be used to refine a Peach Divine Lord."
"You're dreaming," Hu Buwei said with a calm expression.
If you don't want to tell me, then don't! Why the hell are you insulting me?!
"Of course, you could also steal someone else's Peach Divine Lord," Hu Buwei casually encouraged.
"Do you have a way to refine someone