"Little Ming, don't you think Bai Tianwu's display from before might only be a superfluous act to draw unnecessary action to the Bai clan?" Xue Mao asked gently but in a worried tone.
Xiao Ming furrowed his brows as although the thought had always been haunting him the entire time, he did not think much about it.
"I think you have a point Little Snow.
Even if I can't think of any tangible grip on him at the point because he is a slippery figure, I'll agree to the fact that he doesn't have any good thoughts for me or the Bai clan" Xiao Ming whispered lightly with the tone of malice.
Luckily, the two were experts at stealth and concealment, their voices were at room silence that even Zhao Yin's incessantly twitching ears could not grab a detail.
"Who were those present when you got to discover your real identity in the Bai clan... Those five oldies or the entire Bai clan population?" Xue Mao asked with an expression that resembled a sneer.
