"This chess game always feels like their every move is calculated, not just done on a whim."
"Everyone's a sharp one."
Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help but sigh.
Su Mo couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Mixing in Jianghu, if one only has martial arts without brains, sooner or later they'll be schemed to death. Especially in factions, where the infighting is brutal, killing without shedding blood. One must not have even a trace of underestimation... Well, it's about time, we should go meet this Master Feng."
"Let's go."
From here, the two of them didn't delay any longer and started heading towards the front hall.
The great hall of Ziyang Escort Agency, though not renovated, was clean and tidy.
As everyone took their seats, the tea on the table remained untouched.
From a distance, Su Mo already clasped his fists and laughed loudly:
"Master Feng of Seven Extremes Hall gracing us with your presence, this junior failed to welcome you from afar, I hope you will forgive me."
