Within the Trading Hall, Li Xiandao met the new guest.
It was an old man, a sage-like old monk, with a bright red face.
Li Xiandao swept the old man's hands with a weird expression.
It was perfect!
Li Xiandao knew that he had fallen for his tricks.
The face hidden under the mask was filled with emotion as Li Xiandao anticipated how the old monk would react after he saw him.
....
What kind of expression?
He looked like he had just eaten shit!
The old monk totally didn't expect the person behind the red watch to be the world crosser who all of them had gone to attack!
Was there something more unbelievable than that?
He had sacrificed one of his arms in order to escape and now that he had recovered it, he felt a bit awkward.
"I want to leave now... Can I?" The old monk muttered.
"Please sit." Li Xiandao didn't bother about him and spoke calmly.
The old monk reluctantly sat opposite Li Xiandao.
