Late at night, the cliffside cave mansion.
On the stone wall to the left of the cave entrance, there was a spacious bay window carved out to a depth of one meter.
Chen Mu leaned against the window frame and sat on the smooth, broad stone windowsill. Through the transparent and pristine jade window, the night sky was illuminated by shimmering starlight.
The Stack Armor Plan had failed. To break free from the latent dangers of the contract, the most economical strategy was still to refine the Peach God.
Unfortunately, over the past few days, despite the nine Vermilion Feather Magic Swords lingering within Prison Valley, not a single Exotic Peach Tree of Moli Silver had been found.
"That greedy old man Hu is to blame."
"Who knows how many people are refining Peach God right now."
"So many Exotic Peach Trees, yet all of their Peach Wood Cores have been confiscated—absolutely outrageous..."
Chen Mu shook his head, his heart filled with irritation.
