Zhang Tianjian was no ordinary man after all. He saw the surprise in Zhou Mu's eyes at a glance. Even though he hid it well, it all seemed very shallow in front of the old hunter.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised.

His gaze fell on Zhou Mu, who had been scrutinizing him ever since he arrived.

He wiped away any excess emotion from his eyes.

All that remained was endless darkness.

He then smiled slightly and said, "I had heard about your deeds before and therefore admire you. I hope you will forgive me if I feel that inviting you here is a bit presumptuous."

To Zhou Mu's surprise, Zhang Tianjian adopted a very humble attitude from the beginning, unlike the arrogant and domineering persona that was rumored to exist.

After all, this person is a very famous one, a peak that almost all martial artists in the Desolate Heaven Domain have to look up to.

However, this deep and ancient room did not resemble Zhang Tianjian's burly appearance; instead, it exuded a refined air.

The room had a faint, pleasant fragrance and exuded an elegant atmosphere. In particular, the evergreen tree placed in the center of the room was quite pleasing to the eye.

The bookshelves against the wall were filled with ancient books and cultivation techniques. Zhou Mu glanced at them casually, but his gaze fell on the ancient book he had casually tossed in the corner, and he was taken aback.

What did he see?

The ancient books casually placed there turned out to be martial arts techniques that had been lost to the outside world for a long time.

He couldn't help but swallow.

Goodness.

He looked at it more carefully.

It's no wonder I was shocked when I looked.

The shelves were filled with those legendary, long-lost martial arts manuals.

If any one of these items were released, it would likely cause a bloodbath in the Desolate Heaven Domain.

This is probably what they mean by being rich and powerful.

While secretly marveling at Zhang Tianjian's words, Zhou Mu shook his head, adopting the posture of a junior, bowing slightly, but speaking in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant:

"I have long admired Lord Zhang's reputation, and now that I have met him, I can confirm that it is indeed well-deserved. However, I have no intention of offending you. The purpose of my visit is to see my little girl."

After he made it clear that he had come to find Ye Mujiu, Zhang Tianjian turned around on his own and looked out the window at the sky. A wisp of cloud drifted by, and he suddenly had a wicked idea. He twisted his hand slightly, and the wisp of cloud was transformed into countless shapes under his control.

Even though Zhou Mu was the Heavenly Emperor in his previous life, he was still somewhat shocked to see this scene.

The ability to manipulate clouds and rain, transforming intangible remnants of clouds into tangible objects, is something only a quasi-emperor level expert can accomplish.

In other words...

He had already reached the Saint King level and was beginning to touch upon the Quasi-Emperor realm.

When Zhou Mu looked at Zhang Tianjian again, his gaze had changed.

It seems that he underestimated Zhang Tianjian after all.

Or rather, he underestimated the people of this world.

However, he was not yet clear about the latter's purpose in revealing his strength in this way.

Zhang Tianjian ignored him, and he said calmly, "Palace Master Zhang, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it?"

Zhang Tianjian was still playing with the clouds.

I ignored him.

Zhou Mu said, "Palace Master Zhang should know my temperament. If Xiao Jiu gets into trouble in the Sword God Palace, I can't guarantee that I won't do something crazy."

"I don't need to go into detail about how the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan and the Azure Feather Holy Land were destroyed."

"laugh!"

Zhang Tianjian glanced sideways, his profile sharp as a blade.

His deep gaze fell on Zhou Mu, his reflection etched in his eyes.

His thin lips curved into a cool, slender arc.

He said in a cold voice, "Are you threatening me?"

Zhou Mu said calmly, "That's one way to understand it."

"In the Sword God Temple, you are the first person who dares to speak to me like that." Zhang Tianjian withdrew his supernatural powers, waved his sleeve, and his figure flashed.

The next moment, the person sat down at that simple, antique table.

He slowly picked up the teacup, poured it, and said gently, "Let's make some terms."

"explain."

Zhou Mu realized that Zhang Tianjian needed his help, but he didn't expect that even if he needed something, he could speak so forcefully, making it seem as if he was the one asking for a favor.

He walked over.

At Zhang Tianjian's suggestion, he sat down in the very old-looking chair.

The moment his body touched the chair, his spiritual energy suddenly condensed, as if it had been nourished, and flowed rapidly. His previously stagnant spiritual energy began to slowly increase.

In other words, sitting in this chair will improve one's cultivation level.

Even though he was somewhat surprised inside, he didn't show it on his face. He looked at Zhang Tianjian calmly and asked in a pretentious tone, "Speak, what do you want to talk about?"

Zhang Tianjian raised his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Let Lord Chen Tai'a mediate. I will try my best to meet your conditions."

A hint of longing shone through his dark eyes.

This was something Zhou Mu hadn't anticipated.

In that instant, his imposing figure seemed to have collapsed under the weight of his children's wedding.

He was slightly taken aback.

Suddenly, I realized that the room was dimly lit.

Somewhat strangely, the light from outside doesn't seem to reach the room, as if there's an invisible barrier between the window and the outside world.

On the table, there was only one candle.

The faint light emitted could only illuminate a small area.

In Zhou Mu's view, most of Zhang Tianjian's face was hidden in the darkness, adding to his mysterious and hazy appearance.

He said, "Would you believe me if I said I didn't know Chen Tai'a?"

Zhang Tianjian nodded, seemingly unconcerned, and smiled, "I believe you."

"You can believe me if you want. I really have nothing to do with Chen Tai'a, so you'll have to talk to him about this yourself," Zhou Mu said, shrugging as if he were helpless.

He stood up. "It's getting late. I have to pick up my little Jiu. Please excuse me for not keeping you company any longer."

Zhang Tianming continued drinking his tea.

He pursed his lips, a drop of tea stain on his lips, and smiled wickedly. The half of his face hidden in the darkness had an indescribable eeriness about it.

"I'm sorry, you can't leave now."

He slowly stood up and looked Zhou Mu in the eye.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, scrutinized him.

After the latter looked at him with curiosity, he grinned, and in the light and shadow, he resembled a white skull.

"Oh!"

Zhou Mu lowered his eyes, chuckled disdainfully, and then slowly clenched his fist. The fist crackled and hissed, and the powerful force caused the surrounding space to ripple, like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, creating violent ripples.

"Do you think you can keep me here?"

His words were full of arrogance and domineering attitude.

At this moment, Zhou Mu displayed some of the youthful arrogance of a young man.

The shoulders of youth should always bear the responsibility of nurturing life and fostering growth.