Chen Mu's come-on was clever. The chair went straight toward the hole in the center of the glowing rings, looking as though it would penetrate them. With a light zing, the chair instantly flew apart into countless shards.
The more frightening thing was that the shards were each only the size of a fingertip. However, the luster of the glowing rings seemed to dim a little.
With so much commotion in the meeting room, no other card artisan could have reacted. But how could they match the elite of the Central Repository of the Classics?
Suddenly, the energy fluctuations of dozens more card artisans appeared, approaching rapidly. If they didn't leave now, they wouldn't be able to.
With no hesitation, Chen Mu shrank back down toward the drainpipe opening and jumped into it. He was like a genuine mudfish with his big mudfish card, as slippery as could be.
