For a moment, silence fell between the two in the hall.
Mu Qingyu stared into the distance, lost in thought. An Wujun took a moment to sit down and enjoy his tea before speaking leisurely.
"Madam, please don't worry. No matter who holds the last key, with two keys in our possession, we can surely enter the secret place."
"Either way, we only have to share the treasure with others. But that will suffice, enough to build leverage against the ancient clan."
Mu Qingyu nodded in agreement. "Yes, as long as I can get my hands on one item from the secret place, it will be enough to combat the ancient clan."
"These years of grudges will soon be settled."
With that said, Mu Qingyu clenched her fists tightly, her eyes no longer filled with softness but filled with resentment and hatred.
…
The night passed without incident.
