“I have no way.” Lu Shan shook his head decisively, then pointed to Zhou Mu, “But this guy does. Go and beg him, and maybe he’ll soften his heart and it will work.”
Ye Mujiu was taken aback.
Only then did she suddenly recall the astonishing power that Fang Yun had displayed in the Northern Wilderness City.
As if grasping at a straw, Ye Mujiu hurriedly looked at Zhou Mu, but before she could speak, the latter said, "Have you thought this through? Do you really want to save me?"
Ye Mujiu nodded without hesitation and said, "Save him."
Zhou Mu rubbed Ye Mujiu's head and said helplessly, "I'm really stuck with you. But I can only think of a way, and I can't guarantee that this will succeed."
"Come on, if you can't do it, then no one in the world can," Lu Shan joked from the side.
Ye Mujiu went to rest.
Now, only Zhou Mu and Lu Shan remain in the main hall.
Lu Shan remained as nonchalant as ever, seemingly unconcerned about anything.
“Not bad. The Cangyu Holy Land suffered heavy losses in one night. My Wentian Tower has become famous in one battle. It was worth it to take a Saint-level spiritual weapon from them.”
"Give it to me."
Zhou Mu extended his hand.
"What are you going to take?" Lu Shan was taken aback.
"The Heavenly Saint Sword," Zhou Mu said.
"Damn it, you're using me and then discarding me! This is all thanks to me, and this Heavenly Saint Sword should be my reward." Upon hearing this, Lu Shan immediately became anxious.
"You only moved your lips, and you still have the nerve to say that?" Zhou Mu sneered.
"It's too late..." Lu Shan lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong. "I've already melted it down and made two rings, one for you, and one for me."
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