Qian Jinhu fell silent in an instant, doubting whether his ears had deceived him.
The Tower of Eternal Winter, the Demon Suppression Tower, even in great nations like Bei Luo and Xia Country, there is only one of each.
Other countries should not even bother dreaming about it; such special structures simply do not exist.
This is not just a suppression site with a Formation prohibition; it is a Divine Artifact perfectly crafted utilizing the right timing and location.
Where could such a thing be found?
"Mr. Su, do you realize what you are saying?"
Looking at Qian Jinchí's confusion, Su Chengyu calmly said, "If it weren't hard to find, why would I come to you? Right?"
Qian Jinhu swallowed hard, immediately regretting his earlier words—had he spoken too confidently?
If it had been anyone else, Qian Jinhu would have sent them packing without hesitation.
But it so happened that this person was Su Chengyu, and to make matters worse, he had hit a nerve.
