Liao Zhenshan didn't mind Du He's obvious impatience. He still said without changing his expression, "Fellow Taoist Du asked me to guess, so I am guessing that person from the Martial Arts Department."
Without waiting for Du He to respond, he said meaningfully, "If the Nine Unicorns Golden Sand really falls into the hands of the Martial Arts Department, I hope Dean Du can give me some."
Even Mahayana realm cultivators couldn't easily destroy a spirit weapon refined with the Nine Unicorns Golden Sand. The defensive spirit weapon refined with the Nine Unicorns Golden Sand undoubtedly made countless cultivators covet it crazily.
Of course, the Nine Unicorns Golden Sand that Liao Zhenshan wanted wasn't just a bit.
Thinking of the grand plan that he had planned for so many years, Liao Zhenshan's heart surged with excitement.
Even though Liao Zhenshan spoke in a negotiating tone, Du He was extremely displeased.
