"Hehehe..." Finley Xin's laughter always sounded at the most appropriate time. Asher Luo had become a refugee with no clothes to cover his body. The black fur of the Thunder Cloud Fire Leopard became even darker - it was burned black.
"Master, save me!" Asher Luo screamed and stretched out his hand to Finley Xin. Finley Xin waved his hand with a smile and removed the cloud formation, laughing in his heart. For Oliver Zhao's sake, Finley Xin couldn't argue with Asher Luo. In fact, he had been hired by Asher Luo, a junior, several times, and he was very unhappy. Today, this kid actually came to ask for a fight. Finley Xin deliberately delayed for a while before coming out, so that the Firebird Cloud Nest could deal with them both.
"Isn't this Xiao Luo? How can you, a busy man and a big shopkeeper, find time to come to my remote place in Jiuyuezhou?" Finley Xin asked "humbly". Asher Luo was thinking about his mid-grade artifact and didn't have time to argue with him. He bowed and said, "Senior, Master, can you lend me a place to talk?"
Finley Xin was stunned. What was this kid trying to be mysterious about? He knew Asher Luo's background. He was a first-level immortal. He didn't know how he got close to Oliver Zhao. If it wasn't for Oliver Zhao's face, how could he, a famous weapon maker in the immortal world, get in touch with a first-level immortal and let him command him?
What secrets could he have? Although Finley Xin didn't look down on Asher Luo from the bottom of his heart, he was always a little arrogant. Besides, he was one of the nine great weapon-making masters in the fairy world, and he had seen all kinds of scenes. Without his permission, even birds couldn't fly over to Jiuyuezhou, so what was there to worry about?
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