"How about it, you want to try?" Gu Shanhai raised an eyebrow. Though he wasn't some field lunatic, he didn't mind stepping in for a little action, as long as He Lingyun dared to accept, Gu Shanhai was ready to make a move.
At that instant, Wu Moming's heart clenched tight, malevolence enveloping him. The probing words he intended to say also got swallowed down.
"I heard Master Lu wants to refine a batch of Nine Grasses Pills; I'm wondering if there is anything my Demon Sect can do to assist Master Lu," Wu Moming wisely skipped the previous topic, having no desire to endure any ultimate humiliation.
"Oh, you're interested too? Should've said so earlier," Gu Shanhai was not surprised. The Demon Sect installing a few spies in the Snow Mountain Sect was not a big event, as many sects actually stuffed quite a number of spies into each other.
"Master Lu is willing to gift me one?" Wu Moming was somewhat curious.