Shi Xuejin suddenly calmed down. As long as Lu Shu was willing to state his conditions, he would no longer have to worry. At least he knew what Lu Shu wanted.
He was scared that Lu Shu would, on the contrary, not want anything, other than to oppose Nie Ting to the end. To smart people like Shi Xuejin, how could he not know why Lu Shu wanted to do so? This was not just greed. Luo City had become the hottest gathering spot for secret practitioners.
But Shi Xuejin knew one thing. Lu Shu was calm and rational. Lu Shu would know what Shi Xuejin was doing.
Shi Xuejin said, "What tool did you lose?"
Lu Shu was hopeful. "A sword? I can't remember…"
Shi Xuejin was silent. How could you not remember? Couldn't you just say what you wanted? Do we have to do the thinking for you?!
"From Shi Xuejin's distress, +999!"
