"The situation is this, the Lock Armour is urgently needed, and I can't return it to you for now. But I promise you, it will not get lost."
Great Victory Pass, We Mansion.
Lu Bei explained the ins and outs in the study, assuring Wei Mao with confidence, "I always keep my promises, and I will definitely return your stuff. It's just that the return date might need to be extended a bit."
Rounded to the nearest, it's basically returning it the same day it was borrowed.
Wei Mao tucked the fifty-thousand-dollar banknote into his bosom and didn't fret about the Lock Armor. He furrowed his brows and said, "Even when a centipede is dead, it won't stiffen, and when a tortoise dies, it leaves its shell. Qingqian had died eight hundred years ago, and its remnants are deeply hidden. Despite their existence, it seems weird for the tomb of a royal lineage to suddenly appear... This is too strange. I suggest you carefully consider before taking any action."
