"Holy Banquet..." Ni Chuan's expression soured. The thought of those troublesome Deceitful Gods set his teeth on edge. "This is going to be a problem."
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Nothing," Lan Hao said after a moment of careful thought. There wasn't anything else to report.
"Alright, if anything comes up, inform me immediately," Ni Chuan said. "We shouldn't meet again after this. The risk is too great."
Lan Hao scoffed inwardly. He didn't want to meet either, but the Stones of the Netherworld in his possession were limited. After two uses, they were completely gone.
"Here, for you." As if reading his mind, Ni Chuan tossed another Metal Iron Box to him.
Lan Hao opened it to find it filled with black metal blocks.
"Then there's no problem." Lan Hao stored it in his Personal Space and watched Ni Chuan leave.
