Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged glances before Su Mo finally spoke:
"The High Priest flatters me. Truthfully, regarding the object I carry, whether it is Xinghai Relic Sand Iron or not, there are still two possibilities.
"And even if it was indeed the case, I, Su, would not take the liberty to take it out and give it to you...
"I run an escort agency, and my livelihood depends on honesty.
"I hope the High Priest will not take offense at this."
"By no means, by no means."
The High Priest quickly waved her hand: "As long as Lord Su does not blame the White Tiger Clan for the Chief Steward's actions, how could I dare to have other expectations?"
As she said this, she looked up at the starry sky:
"My White Tiger Clan has existed for endless years, and the Holy Artifact has always been passed down.
"However, there is no feast that doesn't come to an end, and perhaps the time has come for everything to disperse...
"Such is the will of the times..."
