Chu Mu caught a familiar scent.
There was no doubt about it. Someone had set him up.
He had only just extricated his clone from the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus and was getting ready to leave the Xianzhou, yet his clone had suddenly received a promotion and become the regional leader.
Chu Mu still refused to give up, so he controlled his clone and said:
"I don't think I'm suited to being the leader. Please pass that along to the Chief and ask for someone else to be appointed."
The messenger's mouth twitched uncontrollably at that.
In his eyes, Lord Green Pheobe standing before him was utterly despicable! He was clearly the one who had killed them. Refusing to admit it was one thing, but now he was deliberately playing hard to get!
Who are you trying to fool with that lofty act?
The messenger cursed inwardly, but his expression remained utterly humble as he said:
"Please don't decline, my lord. No one but you is suited to this position. Besides, there's no one else left."
"That's where you're wrong." The clone shook his head. "Our Exalting Sanctum Branch is brimming with talent. How could there be no one else? I'm deeply aware of my own shortcomings and truly cannot shoulder such a responsibility. I think you'd be quite suitable. If you run for the position, you'll definitely have my vote."
A chill ran through the messenger when he heard that.
There was no doubt about it. This was a threat!
If I dare nod now and reveal my ambition, this guy probably won't let me leave through that door alive! Or he'll invite me fishing at the Bodhi Moon Ancient Sea!
At that thought, the messenger's legs began to go weak.
His smile looked worse than a grimace, and