Wenren Zong lowered his head, looking at the protective amulet in his hand, feeling a mix of emotions.
"I heard everything you just said." Lin Shimo stopped and waited for him to come closer.
Wenren Zong was not surprised at all.
Others perceived Lin Shimo as a weak scholar, but he was well aware that Lin Shimo was a rare talent who excelled in both literary and martial arts.
He possessed powerful inner strength and his senses were exceptionally sharp.
At such a close distance, even if Jiang Ning and Wenren Zong had intentionally lowered their voices, they still couldn't escape his ears.
Wenren Zong placed the amulet into his sleeve and smiled, "Eavesdropping isn't what a gentleman does, Dean."
Lin Shimo chuckled, "Thirteen, why are you making things difficult for yourself if you're so unwilling to help Prince of Zhao?"
"No, I am quite willing to help the Prince of Zhao."
