Seeing Han Yan so calm, speaking as if somewhat reluctantly, the old Clan Leader believed even more that the treasure he presented was not worthy in others' eyes, and the acceptance was merely out of pity for him, which moved him to tears again.
"God-man! What a pretender!" Ling Baobao knew exactly what Lady Mu was thinking, muttered to himself. In this regard, he and Han Yan were similar in nature, knowing each other well.
Just seeing the little stars twinkling in her eyes, he knew how much she was tempted; if someone didn't give it, she'd probably snatch it, yet she spoke so reluctantly — if not a god-man, then what? But, pretending is a skill in itself.
"By the way, Clan Leader, where did this meteorite gold come from?" Han Yan asked.
"Just over ten miles south from here." The old Clan Leader answered.
Han Yan and the others exchanged glances; over ten miles south, wasn't that near the transmission point? Yet, they found nothing when they arrived.
