642. Guard the temple for three days

Xuan Niao somehow managed to pass the message, and Mou Chuan really did come, just as Lin Wu was shivering on the outside steps.

Upon seeing him, Lin Wu hurriedly stood up.

With hands clasped behind his back, Mou Chuan approached and began with an unclear tone, "You said you are fated to become a disciple of this Ridge Master?"

Lin Wu immediately nodded, sincerely saying, "Master, if you don't believe it, you can calculate it yourself, really!"

Mou Chuan looked at her but replied, "Even so, this Ridge Master will not lend you the Magic Artifact."

Lin Wu's expression suddenly froze.

The two faced each other.

The next moment, Lin Wu could no longer hold back and plopped down on the ground, feelings knotted in her heart.

"Is there really no room for negotiation? I mean, you could state your demands, don't you have anything you want me to do?"

Lin Wu gritted her teeth, starting to contemplate the possibility of seizing it by force.