Upon hearing this, Ming Zhengchu frowned slightly and said, "Lord Sect Leader, forgive my directness, but our current strength in trying to touch an exotic treasure that two major Golden Core influences also covet is simply seeking death."
Shen Chongxu glanced at him, his voice slightly cold as he said, "When did I ever say I wanted to touch the exotic treasure?"
"I'm just asking you to find out what the treasure is."
"Enough, everyone disperse."
Rising from his throne, Shen Chongxu flicked his dark purple robe and slowly walked towards the back of the hall.
When he reached his room, a blood-colored stream of light suddenly flew out from the incense burner beside him, transforming into the figure of Wushi Qianrou upon landing.
"Master, that Ming Zhengchu has been a bit presumptuous lately."
"Should I..."
Shen Chongxu slightly raised his hand and said solemnly, "I am in need of people right now."
"His strength is not to be feared; do not act rashly for now."
