"Junior brother Sect Master, about that Plain Heaven Diagram of mine-when are you returning it? You aren't just stringing me along, are you?"
In Brightlight's main hall, Zhi Su gazed at the utterly composed Chu Mo with a peculiar expression.
Over this period, he had pressed Chu Mo countless times, only to be fobbed off with one excuse after another. It left him thoroughly exasperated.
Chu Mo's brows knitted slightly, as though he had been offended. "What do you mean by that, senior brother?" he asked unhappily. "Do I look like someone who would covet his own senior brother's Spirit Treasure?"
"Yes." Zhi Su's face was expressionless.
The corner of Chu Mo's mouth twitched. Then he put on an innocent look. "Senior brother, hear out my excuses... no, my explanation. I really do intend to return the Plain Heaven Diagram. It's just that..."
"You know how delicate the situation in Radiant Splendor Heaven is right now, senior brother. Those Qi Refiners may be lying low for the moment, but who knows when they might suddenly make trouble? With the Plain Heaven Diagram in hand, I can get more done in the Perched Cloud Grotto-Heaven."
First, he gravely laid out the stakes, then went straight for moral blackmail. "Just consider it your contribution to Fuli, senior brother. Once things settle down a little, I'll certainly return it."
Speechless, Zhi Su said, "Can you find another excuse, junior brother? I've heard this one so often I'm about to throw up."
Chu Mo's expression changed, turning solemn. "You mustn't speak recklessly, senior brother. This is all for Fuli and the sect. Surely you're willing to serve the sect?"
Zhi Su: "..."
He nearly laughed out of sheer anger. This brat clearly had no intention of returning it.
"Heh, I knew you'd pull something