Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes upon hearing the voice, and saw a phantasmal figure in a white robe quietly floating in front of him.
Looking up, he saw that this middle-aged White War God was watching him with a playful gaze.
Su Mo quickly got up and said, "Greetings, White War God."
Bai Yuanhao's figure descended from mid-air, landing in front of the sack of Professional Simulation Scrolls beside Su Mo. He casually picked up one and spoke lightly:
"Are you planning to hoard all these Professional Simulation Scrolls to yourself?"
Su Mo smiled awkwardly, "These were originally meant to be handed over, but at the time, that alien divine level attacked, and I had no chance, so I kept them."
"In that case, why don't I hold onto them for you and hand them over directly later, how about that?"
"Uh, that's not very good, I think it might be better to give them to my mentor."
"Heh, are you afraid I'll pocket them?"
