We Forgers Promise to Keep Our Word (2)

At this moment, Zheng Jingyun also felt that something was wrong, but he was still stubborn. "Hmph, no matter how strong he is, how many forging materials can he take away alone?! How much can he take?"

Zheng Chengan complained in his heart. Ancestor, oh old ancestor, you don't know who this person is!

He could even empty the storehouse of the Xu Ling Grotto-Heaven. Don't tell me you really think he doesn't have a grotto-heaven just because he's not at the Grotto-Heaven realm?

Zheng Chengan didn't want to argue with his ancestor. He looked at Ji Lutian and asked in a low voice, "Old Ji, tell me honestly. Does he have a grotto-heaven divine weapon?"

If he obtained an affirmative answer from Ji Lutian, he would definitely have to negotiate with Zhou Shu later. Even if it was half, the Sima Grotto-Heaven couldn't afford to lose it. Now that war was imminent, every piece of supply might save lives in the future.