He was counting on his fingers one by one.
"..."
Emperor Yu remained silent.
Calligraphy? Musical scores? Chess manuals... What is all this junk?
To a wealthy merchant, perhaps they are valuable, but for someone with Li Hao's power, wealth, and influence were easily within reach.
These items... could only be considered garbage.
"Besides these, do you desire nothing else?" Emperor Yu asked, fixing his gaze on him.
Li Hao thought for a moment, then slightly shook his head, "Not for now."
Seeing this, Emperor Yu gave him a deep look, said nothing more, and stood up, "It's getting late, I should be heading back."
"I'll see you out," Li Hao hastily said.
"No need."
Emperor Yu glanced at Feng Boping in the courtyard, his eyes flickered slightly, "He is that 'Thief Saint,' isn't he? It seems he learned many of the Buddha Lord's secrets, was tampered by the Buddha Lord, and this is a case of missing soul?"
