Moreover, once you open it all up, you’ll see that the gray and white parts on top are just a thin outer layer. Looking through the transparent sections, it’s almost entirely Supreme Mythril inside!
Everyone stared at it in silence, speechless for a long time.
Grace was the first to snap out of it. She scooped up the Antler Serpent into her spatial realm and started interrogating him: "Cutie Pie, can you really identify Mythril Ore?"
Evan Xiao nodded.
He could even see through her Spirit Root—identifying some Mythril Ore was nothing.
He actually nodded. He could identify Mythril Ore... Grace was left speechless for a long while.
Evan Xiao was still puzzled when Grace suddenly hugged him: "Cutie Pie, you really are a priceless treasure! I adore you!"
The Antler Serpent couldn’t help but look a little smug.
Whether he was in human form or dragon form, she liked him all the same.
......
"What are you all doing?"
"Mr. Wayne, this shop is ours now! So, the Mythril Ore belongs to us too!"
Suddenly, the commotion outside caught Grace’s attention.
She left her spatial realm and looked out, only to see the Lucky Star crew fighting with Mr. Wayne.
Two Lucky Star workers pinned Mr. Wayne down, while he struggled and shouted, "This is my shop! How is it suddenly yours?"
"Weren’t you transferring the shop? Didn’t we already settle the deal?" the manager said. "Fine, ten thousand taels!"
"Settle the deal? When did we settle the deal? I asked for a hundred thousand taels, but you only offered ten thousand! You even said if your shop wasn’t next door and you didn’t want to expand, you wouldn’t take it even if I paid you a hundred thousand!"
"Hmph! What’s the matter? Now that your shop struck Supreme Mythril, you want to back out? We already signed the contract—think you can wriggle out of this?"
"Contract?" Mr. Wayne was stunned. "When did we sign a contract?"
"Here it is!" The manager pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. "See for yourself!"
Mr. Wayne, caught off guard, took the paper to look.
Sure enough, it was a contract for transferring the shop for a hundred thousand taels.
Just then, the man on his left swiftly smeared red clay on Mr. Wayne’s thumb, grabbed his hand, and pressed his fingerprint onto the paper!
"Hey! What are you doing? In broad daylight, what do you think you’re doing?" Mr. Wayne struggled and shouted. "My shop finally struck it rich—I’m not selling, not selling!"
"Ha! The contract is clear as day. It’s not up to you anymore!" the manager sneered.
"Is there any law left in this place?" Mr. Wayne shouted, eyes blazing with fury.
"Go ahead and sue me!" The Lucky Star manager grinned. "You know who really owns Lucky Star, don’t you?"
Hearing this, Mr. Wayne’s face fell, and he clenched his fists tightly.
"Mr. Wayne, just leave. This has nothing to do with you anymore!" the manager said with a mocking smile.
Mr. Wayne’s eyes burned red with anger. Suddenly, he lunged at the contract in the manager’s hand: "I’ll fight you for it!"
Anyone who can forge spirit tools is a Spirit Practitioner.
However, the manager’s cultivation was clearly much higher than Mr. Wayne’s.
Seeing him charge, the manager struck Mr. Wayne’s chest with a palm.
That palm strike looked gentle, but it was packed with sinister force.
If Mr. Wayne got hit, he’d be in big trouble.
Grace frowned slightly, reached out, and pulled Mr. Wayne aside, skillfully dissolving the manager’s force. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "I mean, what are you all doing here? Robbery?"