"Three days? Hand over the mysterious statue to you?"
Elder Mu listened to Lin Mo's words, a strange smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He then stood up and said, "I need to go back and discuss this with the Pavilion Master."
The mysterious statue was incredibly valuable. A two-year war broke out between the Netherworld Sect and the Refining God Pavilion over this statue. For Lin Mo to think he could just take it with a word was nearly impossible.
After speaking, Elder Mu, accompanied by a subordinate from the box, headed towards the door. Just as he reached the doorway, a faint voice sounded again, "Elder Mu, we've known each other for a while. If it weren't for your invitation, I might not have gone to Wuta Star. I'll give you a piece of advice: never do something you'll regret.
