Chen Fan's face immediately showed a look of surprise and joy, feeling a lightness in his hand. The little wooden carving had already fallen into Chu Mo's hand.
"Where did you get this thing?" Chu Mo asked.
Chen Fan said, "My father gave it to me. This thing, it's said to be a dharma instrument left by the first generation of gods. However, in the Divine Realm, because it doesn't have much use, it was bestowed back and forth, and finally passed down to my father. Now, on the entire side of the Three Major Clans, I'm afraid no one remembers this thing anymore. Even if someone does, it doesn't matter. Because no one would think about it."
Chu Mo nodded and then said, "Okay, you go back and tell the Three Great Families that I've agreed!"
Lan Xiao exclaimed, looking at Chu Mo: "Master, should I go back too?"
Chu Mo looked at Lan Xiao: "Unless you intend to stay here?"
Lan Xiao hesitated slightly, looking at Chu Mo: "Master, aren't you worried that if I go back…"
