Su Mo always wore the attire of the Ziyang Escort Agency.
This clothing often consisted of a sturdy outfit, with the two characters for Ziyang embroidered between the cuffs of both sleeves.
As he was escorting alone, there was no need for him to carry a flag; the embroidered characters on his sleeves were enough to declare his affiliation.
At this moment, however, Gou Youhu's so-called gentleman took notice of this and, with a giggly smile, inquired about his origins.
"Not at all, not at all."
Su Mo modestly waved his hand: "By good fortune, my ancestors had once been disciples of the Ziyang Sect, and after mastering their arts, they established an escort agency."
"The Ziyang Escort Agency!?"
The gentleman with oily hair, Gou Youhu, showed a slight change in expression.
Even the monk stopped his chanting for a moment, his eyes revealing a slit, a flash of brilliance emerging, only to close again the next instant.
