Leaning back by the window, Chu Mu's gaze was somber as he looked out at the secret deep-sea stronghold.
The deep-sea island, a hundred acres in size, wasn't particularly large, but it was fully equipped. From what he had seen on his way in, the island had everything a stronghold could possibly need.
After observing for a moment, his gaze shifted, and Chu Mu finally turned to look at the room behind him.
The room was ordinary, and he didn't bother to inspect it as meticulously as he usually would. In a secret place like this, whether or not there was anything unusual no longer mattered.
The truth was quite clear. Fu Song had invited him here for a reason that was perhaps related to Alchemy or Artifact Refining, but that relation was definitely not as simple as he had first thought.
If it were merely a matter of ordinary Alchemy, there would have been no need to bring him to this secret deep-sea stronghold.
