The night was deep, and Wu Junyi's group left the Imperial Pavilion, all of them bursting into speed, shuttling through the cover of night.
In this group, the weakest was a Celestial Lord; ordinary people couldn't possibly catch sight of their movements.
"Young Master, aren't you going to ask about the Heavenly Wrath and the Torrential Pear Blossom Needles?"
As the group hurried along, the burly man who had just gone to Cangzhou City to fetch Wu Junyi's credit card inquired.
"That kind of thing doesn't need to be asked about, now is not the time."
"Pick Star Tower has not been under construction for long, and when the day comes for me to slaughter Ye Xiao and trample Jiang Cheng underfoot, are you worried that Pavilion Master Lan won't throw herself into my arms?"
"Beauties love heroes; that's an unchangeable fact. When I become the chairman of the Wu Corporation, it will be like reaching the pinnacle of Jiangdong Province."
