Xiao Qiang glanced at the old man, a faint smile materializing on his lips, and he slowly said: "Are you, too, like that man who hides his face, unable to speak the truth?"
"You want to know?" The old man replied, mysteriously.
The expression on Xiao Qiang's face became disdainful: "You wouldn't dare!"
The old man chuckled coldly: "All the same, you won't be alive in a few minutes. Let me tell you, I am known as Huai Nanzi, who has just stepped into the middle stage of foundation building. I've been eyeing that map for a long time; however, Mozi is a person that one absolutely mustn't offend. If I were to kill him, not to mention the Hundred Schools of Thought, even the state wouldn't let me off."
Xiao Qiang's brows furrowed slightly as this was the second time he had come across mention of the Hundred Schools of Thought. But none of that mattered. Since the old man gave him the map, he must have had deep intentions.
