Eight-Treasure Arhat clearly did not quite believe them.
These fellows claimed they intended to kill each other, but they showed no sign of acting on it, let alone any killing intent. Instead, each was better than the last at playing along...
Rather than mortal enemies, they seemed more like three friends who could not stand each other!
But just then...
Zhou You spoke again.
"That's certainly... one of the few true things you've said."
Second Waiter and the cook both raised their heads to look at him—even the proprietor in the adjoining compartment cast a look his way.
After a long moment, Second Waiter finally spoke with a smile.
"So... you got your hands on that thing?"
Zhou You raised an eyebrow.
"What thing do you mean?"
"We've come this far. Why keep playing coy? Take it out." Zhou You smiled, but still took something from inside his robe and placed it on the table.
Their reactions to the object varied.
Desert North Mad Blade looked utterly baffled. Eight-Treasure Arhat froze for a good while before breaking into a string of bitter smiles. As for the three fellows running the place...
After a brief flash of delighted surprise, all three attacked!
A black shadow flashed as the cook's Shadow Hound lunged out. Second Waiter rapped the counter several times, and the tables and chairs instantly sprouted arms and legs. Even the proprietor's arm stretched like a noodle, shooting straight toward Zhou You.
However...
All of them stopped halfway.
The reason was simple.
Zhou You had already drawn Myriad Fathoms and aimed its edge at the object on the table—the Divine Statue he had only recently pieced together!
In an instant, all three were afraid to act for fear of damaging it.
Zhou You, meanwhile, spoke leisurely.
"Come now, everyone. Aren't