At the old mansion of the Mu family.
Lu Zijia, who was upgrading the Sacred Dragon Sword, suddenly had a bad feeling.
Lu Zijia had always believed in her premonitions, but seeing that the Sacred Dragon Sword was about to be completed in her hand, she still suppressed this bad feeling for the time being in the end and sped up the refinement in her hand.
Unfortunately, Lu Zijia's premonition was very accurate, because her contracted spirit, the golden pagoda, was facing the danger of being snatched at this moment.
"What? You want to buy the black cat in my hands?" Looking at the two men and two women who suddenly appeared in front of him, Song Zixuan repeated as if he didn't hear them clearly.
"That's right. Here's ten thousand yuan. It's enough for you to buy dozens of cats." Yu Jinming took out a stack of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into Song Zixuan's pocket forcefully, before attempting to carry the golden pagoda over.
