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Hearing Gong Chuhe speak, the burly man rubbed his bald head and, somewhat disgruntled, stepped aside.
Gong Chuhe turned around, smiling at Xu Zimei, "Lin Beisheng, please don't misunderstand. Since you have received the legacy, of course, we won't snatch it openly.
It's just that we want to see what exactly the inheritance left by our ancestor is; this request should be satisfiable, after all, it is our ancestor's."
"And what good will looking do?" Xu Zimei asked with interest.
"If Young Master Lin is willing to trade, we can offer something satisfactory in exchange," Gong Chuhe said.
"And Young Master Lin will gain the friendship of the Eternal Ancient Divine Sect."
The eyes of everyone around turned to Xu Zimei; some even subtly used pressure to impose a sense of oppression on him.
"I think that won't be necessary. Initially, I did not desire this inheritance, but unfortunately, your ancestor insisted on giving it to me," Xu Zimei shook his head and said.
