Chu Mo's gaze flickered.
The Myriad Dharma Furnace? He had never seen such a thing.
At the place where Ming He had fallen, there had been no belongings left behind except this bonded dharmic sword. The furnace had either been destroyed in the Eternal Night Sea or fallen into someone else's hands. Either way, returning it was impossible.
"I have never seen the furnace you speak of, fellow Daoist." Chu Mo shook his head. "This sword was all Ming He left behind. There was nothing else."
Bai Du's expression turned rather ugly. He stared fixedly at Chu Mo, as though trying to judge whether he was telling the truth.
Only after a long while did he soften his tone, sounding almost pleading:
"Junior Brother, please don't deceive me. That furnace is precious. I poured my heart and blood into refining it, and it has the potential to reach Cave-Truth. If it truly is lost, I can hardly bear it."
The corner of Chu Mo's mouth twitched. What did its value have to do with him? Why did this fellow seem to think he had pocketed the Dharmic Treasure?
Was he that sort of person?
Its original owner was still alive. Even if he really had it in hand, he would have no peace.
"Fellow Daoist Bai." Chu Mo's tone cooled a little as he spread his hands. "If you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do."
Bai Du's expression froze at those words. "Junior Brother, are you really... unwilling to show me even the slightest consideration?"
He looked at Chu Mo and, seeing him utterly unmoved, finally sighed and said helplessly:
"In that case, I shall take my leave."
With that, Bai Du rose and left. When he reached the entrance to the cave abode, he suddenly stopped