Inside the room, the air suddenly became somewhat thick and sticky.
Lord Zimu felt as if he had fallen into a mire.
The invisible air compressed his chest, making him feel suffocated.
His gaze sometimes swept over the Deputy Hall Master, sometimes landed on Su Mo.
It felt like in an instant, something earth-shattering was about to happen.
But at that moment, there was a light sound—a cup set down by Su Mo on the tea table.
He looked up at the Deputy Hall Master, a slight hint of a smile in his eyes:
"I see...
"You gave me the Dark Dragon Order because of this.
"It's just unfortunate that, not to mention I don't have the Xuantian Treasure Seal, even if I did, a mere Dark Dragon Order might not be enough to exchange for it, don't you think?"
Lord Zimu was taken aback...
Did Su Mo have it or not?
He mentioned not having it, then suggested the Dark Dragon Order was inadequate for the Xuantian Treasure Seal, as if it were in his possession?
