"You have the destiny card?"
There's no doubt about it. No matter how he managed to get involved with the mechs and the King Worm, this person is the culprit who killed the old man!
“That’s not your concern.” Jingli said, standing up. “I will not pursue the matter of my junior sister’s identity for now. I will also send you that person’s physical data later. I need an answer within a year, otherwise—I will make you bear the crime of stealing my master’s teachings, and you can spend the rest of your life in a federal prison.”
"You dare?"
“You can try.” Jing Li still looked completely indifferent, but it made Lian Han grit his teeth in hatred. “But as the president of the Card Making Guild and the chief card maker of the Federation, I don’t recommend that you try. After all, your only witness is no longer here.”
Lian Han: "...This is the most blatant and fearless threat I have ever seen."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Who praised you?
Suppressing the urge to slap the other person across the face, Lian Han coldly asked, "Can I leave now?"
"Junior sister, where do you want to go?"
The young man looked at her incredulously. He had already threatened her; why was she being told to stay overnight instead of leaving?
Jingli just smiled at this, and the dark space gradually brightened, revealing that it was actually a card-making workshop.
However, unlike other studios, this one has two more shelves displaying various cards.
When Old Man Xing saw the cards, his expression became somewhat strange, but Lian Han didn't notice. "What are you doing?"
"Card making!" the man said matter-of-factly. "You're not leaving today until you've made ten intermediate-level grafted cards. Also, a friendly reminder: you can't log off here."
Lian Han: ...
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