Mo Yin drew a deep breath. "Since Sect Master Xu personally risked coming to the Central Region for the Gengjin Sword Blank, it must be of great use to him.
"If I take the initiative to help, I can earn a favor.
"You know, transactions are only temporary, but favors last a long time."
Hui Jiuming gave a low laugh, his tone carrying several layers of inscrutable emotion. "Everyone calls you the Foolish Prince, yet you are clearer-headed than anyone."
Mo Yin came back to himself and suddenly bowed. "Sect Master Xu, I am willing to help you steal the Gengjin Sword Blank, but I have one request."
"A request?"
Xu Changqing revealed an amused expression. "What request?"
Mo Yin said seriously, "After this is done, please take me away from the Mo Clan."
After hearing this, Xu Changqing agreed without the slightest hesitation. "All right!"
Having received the promise, the gloom on Mo Yin's face faded somewhat, yet his brows remained tightly furrowed. He looked at Xu Changqing again, his tone gaining a measure of frankness. "Sect Master Xu, let me put the ugly words up front.
"I sincerely wish to help you, and naturally, to help myself as well.
"But the Gengjin Sword Blank is treated by the Mo Clan as a family heirloom. Someone like me, who cannot even pass the direct-line examination, does not merely lack the chance to touch it—I do not even know where it is.
"Therefore, it may be inside the storage artifact of some direct-line elder, or it may be sealed within a secret chamber at the heart of the ancestral grounds.
"But no matter where it is, it is beyond my reach.
"At present, the only thing certain is that it is not on the outskirts."
Upon hearing this, Xu Changqing