This was the best time to show his attitude.
Despite the chaos in various quarters, the Han Mountain faction had become quiet.
"Senior Mu Ji, please have a seat." In the meeting hall, Han Muye raised his hand and gestured.
Mu Ji, who was wearing a green robe, nodded and bowed as he sat down.
In the Great Desolate, strength was respected. Even though the current Han Mountain Clan had only a little over four hundred people, with a master like Han Muye, the path to future development lay before them.
"Senior Mu Ji, I invited you here because I want you to thank Patriarch Mu Changkong on my behalf.
"Senior, please help me bring the gift to Patriarch Changkong."
Han Muye raised his hand, and a faint golden flame appeared in his palm.
Golden Crow Divine Flame!
Mu Ji, who originally wanted to refuse, trembled and could not say it again.
