Ming He gazed intently at Chu Mo, never having expected him to be so patient. He had kept Ming He chatting about idle matters for two whole hours.
From experiences in other worlds to Fuli's current state, then the sect's development-by the end, he had even started pitching the Hezhen Society's Dharmic Treasures.
How could Ming He not know whether the Hezhen Society's goods were genuine? It was not as though he had never been swindled before. A Dharmic Treasure he had paid a fortune for had exploded after just five uses, nearly killing him in another world.
Ming He sighed inwardly. He had originally hoped to take the lead, but now that seemed rather unrealistic.
After considering for a moment, he said, "Junior Brother Chu, that [Ten Thousand Infant Tower] I gave you-is it still..."
Before he could finish, Chu Mo beckoned, and a Little Pagoda made of black iron appeared. Towering resentment instantly ran rampant, turning the tranquil valley sinister and terrifying.
Chu Mo pushed the Little Pagoda forward, offering it to Ming He. "Do you need this pagoda, Senior Brother? I've been keeping it safe for you."
Ming He's expression stiffened for a moment at the sight. He pushed the Little Pagoda back again. "What are you doing, Junior Brother? How could I ask for something back after giving it away?" he said, feigning displeasure.
Afraid that Chu Mo would keep wandering off into idle chatter, he dared not probe any further and went straight to the point. "I heard you're looking for [Essence of Mother Qi], Junior Brother?"
At those words, Chu Mo's expression shifted.
It was said that one should first lower oneself when asking a favor. But he and Ming He each wanted something from the other, and Ming He was more anxious. Why