Won't Fail
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Mr. Mo, these two people have already perished without leaving anything behind as evidence. I'm afraid that regarding tonight's matter…" The bearded man did not continue but his words were clear.
In fact, as long as anyone thought about this matter slightly, it would not be difficult to guess the faction behind Liang Qiu and Meng Han.
However, this matter would most likely go unresolved without evidence.
"It's alright."
Su Zimo smiled calmly without taking it to heart.
Tonight, two Golden Cores were lost in vain - True Fire Weapon Workshop was the one that lost out, not Su Zimo.
The bearded man was about to bid farewell and leave when he inadvertently caught sight of the flying sword in Nian Qi's hands and the corner of his eyes twitched.
It was a supreme-grade flying sword!
That little maidservant was wielding a supreme-grade flying sword!