Zhu Cheng was stunned.
Shen Zhaoyue's eyes shone with golden light as she shouted in a low voice, "Zhu Cheng, tell me what this person is planning!"
Zhu Cheng's entire body trembled and his legs went weak.
"Elder, Young Master Han said, he said…"
With his spirit still dizzy, Zhu Cheng revealed all of Han Muye's plans.
As long as he sealed these three million sets of armor, when the Chengyue Sect came, he could turn them around for a handsome profit.
This method was truly a stroke of genius.
"Hehe, trying to take advantage of our Black Armor Sect." Beside Shen Zhaoyue, a white-bearded old man chuckled.
Hearing his words, Shen Zhaoyue snorted coldly, and the golden light in her eyes dissipated.
"Seven million divine crystals aren't that easy to come by.
"Three years, if he can't produce it, then the three million deposit will be ours."