"It's useless even if I tell you who it is. It's just a little Lackey that we don't know. You know that our blood-clad yellow spring sect is different from you. We don't need any promises. We'll attack as long as the reward is enough. We won't ask too much. " The ghastly Grandmaster said with a wave of his hand. He didn't expect his casual remark to be true. Did this guy have a conflict with the leader of the dark horse? There was no need to waste words.
Small fry? The Grand Elder of the Black Horse gang was stunned, and he was even less suspicious of it. Who would pay a small fry of the Black Horse gang to assassinate him? How much did it cost to ask the three old ancestors of the blood-clad yellow spring sect to come together?
