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Having heard Xiang Mantang say this,

Barlow hesitated, struggling with his expression. Finally, he clenched his teeth and said, "Fine, I agree to your terms. I hope you will keep your promise."

"Rest assured," Xiang Mantang replied indifferently. "A promise from a gentleman is beyond the chase of speedy horses!"

"Good, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Barlow gritted his teeth, then pulled out an ancient, ceramic mask from the backpack behind him and handed it to Xiang Mantang.

Xiang Mantang glanced at it, his eyes expressing doubt, before finally taking it.

This ceramic-like mask was ice cold, with a firm texture and a bizarre style. It was adorned with many intricate and mysterious patterns as well as some cracks, looking quite ancient.

"What is this object?"

Holding the mask, Xiang Mantang inspected it over and over again. Unable to discern its purpose, he looked up at Barlow and inquired.