"So, before we figure out the truth, this treasure is just a hot potato. If you fight over it recklessly, you might become the target of many."
The Professor nodded slightly, not responding immediately, seemingly pondering his words.
Fang Cheng, seeing this, continued to speak:
"I don't know what your plans are, but the wisest choice now is to leave this manor because I have a bad feeling that this place might soon become even more dangerous."
The Professor, hearing this, glanced at him with some surprise and couldn't help but ask:
"Can you understand those spells?"
Fang Cheng's heart moved, and he began to scrutinize the Professor even more carefully.
After staring for a few seconds, his pupils slightly constricted, but then his brow slowly relaxed.
At the same time, Li Dingjian, standing behind the Professor, was staring blankly at that face mask reminiscent of an Evil Ghost, completely oblivious to their conversation.
