The man said solemnly, "The higher-ups are getting more and more dissatisfied with our Capital City Martial Arts Association. Try not to use our manpower as much as possible."
The old woman's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she snorted lightly, "What's the reason this time?"
The man sighed and said, "The higher-ups don't want to see a single organization monopolize, understand?"
It seemed that the old woman understood something.
Last time Mr. Dawson's words were very clear, they demanded that the resources of the Capital City Martial Arts Association be released.
"I understand." The old woman took a deep breath.
"As long as we are willing, we can support any organization at any time."
"Furthermore... our presence can be seen in every sect under the sky."
The man nodded slightly and said, "As long as you understand."
Instead of saying more, the old woman turned her gaze to the head of the Heaven Swallowing Python.
Several minutes later.
