Even an experienced and skilled man like Mus, couldn't take it anymore.
Honestly speaking, as soon as those words "nine hundred thousand" slipped out of Motan's mouth, the master of shadows, whose power surpassed those waiting by the door by two ranks, wanted nothing more than to thrust his dagger into him, pull it out, and thrust it in again!
But he eventually calmed his racing heart and steadied his trembling hand.
He couldn't take the risk! At least not right now...
He was not only unaware of Motan's strength but also hadn't fully seen where the young man had hidden the small box. He was uncertain whether he could even kill him, let alone find what he wanted afterward!
[So, he couldn't risk it!]
Mus, who had stood up out of anger and impatience, took a long sigh and slowly sat down again. He picked up a crystal goblet from the bottom tray of the round table and raised it to Motan: "Care to join me?"
