The white-haired girl heard this and let out a cold laugh, but said nothing.
Zhao Sheng smiled knowingly and looked again at Mo Yanhai, who was in the midst of sacrificial refining of the Spirit Core.
At that moment, Mo Yanhai's whole body shook; he suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned around slowly, and looked at Zhao Sheng and the white-haired girl with a grim expression.
"The Spirit Core is right in front of you, so why do you delay in seizing it?" Mo Yanhai glared at them with a venomous gaze and said through gritted teeth.
Zhao Sheng sighed and said, "Ah, Mr. Mo, why didn't you keep pretending? Do you think Mr. Bai and I are fools? Or do you think... that the old thief Xuan Zhan is crazy, deluding himself into believing we wouldn't notice the big problem with you?"
The white-haired girl snorted, her face showing clear disdain.
Indeed, even thinking with one's toes, one could tell Mo Yanhai was completely off!
