The Equipment Sect’s response was quick. Just after the sun crossed the top of the skies at noon, a red-eyed and exhausted Muli and Hai Mingwei stumbled into the VIP lounge. They saw Qin Yu and said, “The Equipment Sect will agree to your transaction. The projection needs time to be prepared; it will arrive late tonight at the latest.”

Muli wanted to say something but hesitated, his eyes a bit ill at ease. Qin Yu slowly shook his head and said, “I’m sorry, but I must obtain the projection of the treasure first before I can give the scales to you two.”

“You have the heart of a scoundrel!” Muli’s expression immediately darkened.

Although Hai Mingwei was disappointed, he became much calmer. “Of course you can do that.”

As the two turned and walked out, the gloomy expression on Muli’s face disappeared. He asked in a low voice, “Elder Hai, don’t you think the voice of that black-robed cultivator sounds a bit familiar?”

Hai Mingwei rubbed his temples. “There are trillions upon trillions of people living in this world and how many of them sound the same? We have no idea...