Suppression

Inside the shop, Lei Yun sat quietly, next to a mysterious elder in a black robe.

This mysterious elder had a peculiar aura, as if he was not there at all.

As for Su Ming, he sat at the bottom with some constraint.

"Jian Wushuang and my disciple are sworn enemies. Although he failed to assassinate my disciple last time, he will never give up. With his temper, he will find a way to carry out assassination again. My disciple will just stay here for the time being. If Jian Wushuang comes, please help us, Mr. Wu," Lei Yun said, looking at that mysterious elder.

"Rest assured, Elder Lei. I'll keep my promise. What's more, we are both in Heavenly Cloud Pavilion. We should help each other," that elder smiled.

All of a sudden, he looked up with a brow arched, and said, "He has come."

"So soon?" Lei Xin's face lit up with pleasure while Su Ming felt nervous inside.