A flying boat sped toward the largest city in the Western Wastes at its fastest velocity, with Fu Youzhi and Fang Zhenghua facing each other with stony expressions, neither willing to look at the other.
They had just had a fierce argument not long before.
"There's something wrong with this deal! And Meng Yu is very suspicious too!"
Fang Zhenghua's voice was very firm and forceful.
"How could such a good thing simply fall into our lap?
One million dan of Spirit Rice, thirty million Spirit Stones, don't you feel this is a scam? The people in the Western Wastes, seeing the plight of the Mysterious Heaven Sect, not only refuse to help but instead, they want to swindle us of our Spirit Stones.
The video is real, but it's from a Memory Stone. A skilled illusionist can replicate that as well, and who knows if it's from a few hundred or a few thousand years ago?
Fu Youzhi, use your brain and think about it. There are obviously problems here!"
