Deadman's Pit, Demon Fiend Crystal Cores?
Su Mu's heart stirred slightly, piquing a bit of interest, yet it was merely a fleeting curiosity rather than a determination to delve deeper, so his expression remained calm and unaffected.
He took three steps forward.
The owner of the courtyard behind the screen couldn't sit still and appeared immediately, seeing indeed it was a Daoist clad in robes with a White Ape Mask atop his head.
"There's no one else here. Since an honored guest has come to call, you must be interested in the matter at hand. Feel free to sit down and speak openly!"
Su Mu slowed his pace; since the other party was willing to yield, the matter could be discussed.
"Since we are to discuss, you should show sincerity."
"I can gratuitously inform you of the second piece of information and return the earlier one hundred thousand taels, regardless of whether you decide to aid or not."
