"As long as we can make the sacred armor, every major sect will have to bow to us," another warrior said complacently.
"All right, stop talking about it. Let's go." Gongxi Kuangdao heard their proud voices becoming louder and louder, and he was afraid someone would overhear them and ruin their great plan. He got up, ready to call the waiter to settle their bill.
Seeing that they were about to leave, Ling Chuxi hesitated for a moment. Their plans obviously spelt trouble for the Flowing Clouds Sect. That was the sect her elder brother belonged to, so should she stop them from leaving now?
