Wu Zhejiu's gaze was very somber.
He had always been weighing things in his mind.
Although they seemed like merely two pieces of ancestral artifacts, these two pieces were extremely important to him. Only with these artifacts could the great enterprise of the Houtu Tribe be accomplished!
However, he was also a master of meticulous thinking. Being able to survive this long, he naturally wouldn't be led by the nose.
"Do you really think those things in my possession haven't affected you? The Wufeng Broken Sword, the Tripod ruling the lifeline of Jiuzhou, the body of the Human Dao ancestral artifact... don't you think I know how badly you wish to have them? If you weren't so eager to obtain these, then why would you use these two pieces of ancestral artifact to tempt me?"
Wu Zhejiu's voice was very cold.
