...
Two days later.
At the inn district under the Ninth Tongtian Tower, in Old Hao's room.
Mo Wuzhou's face stiffly surveyed the table full of delicious dishes, involuntarily casting a glance at Chen Mu.
"You want to know if the threat from Zhongshan Path is still there, right?"
As he said "you," he looked pointedly at Chen Mu.
He was familiar with this routine by now.
He was certain that this meal was mostly orchestrated by Chen Mu.
"Not knowing for sure, always being anxious, is no way to live," Old Hao sighed.
"If everything's clear, we can reopen our business soon," Shang Huan said, winking at Mo Wuzhou.
After all, Mo Wuzhou had a stake in the business of insect repellent incense.
"You can rest assured and reopen now," Mo Wuzhou said.
"The eminent person from Zhongshan Path was mainly looking for the snow demon Qing Liu."
"Director Song has already concluded negotiations with the other party."
