Han Chu looked at Han Muye and whispered, "Tell me, what do you plan to do?"
Han Muye turned to look around and raised his hand.
A golden light blocked everyone's senses.
Outside the golden light, everyone looked at each other.
Tan Yuan's disappointment and uneasiness were written all over his face.
Originally, he could have obtained great benefits from this patent application trial.
Now, not only would there be no benefits, but he would also be punished.
He had even offended a genius.
The other four level nine refining masters also looked frustrated.
Even if they didn't know what Han Muye was going to discuss with the divine-level refiner, from his just now, they knew the value of the Microscopic Eye.
They also knew that with the Microscopic Eye, Han Muye would likely soar to new heights!
"Master Han, it's really hard to guess…" Zheng Sheng turned his head and looked at He Yangsun as he whispered.