The Covenant of Three Palms (2)

"This chess game feels like they know exactly how to play, not like a spur-of-the-moment decision.

"They're all cunning individuals."

Yang Xiaoyun could not help but sigh.

Su Mo was at a loss how to respond. "If you only have martial skills without brains in this martial world, you'll eventually be tricked by others. Especially in places like sects, the strife is tragic, killings happen, but it's not always visible. One cannot afford to underestimate even a bit… Well, it's about time. Let's go meet this Great Hall Master Feng."

"Let's go."

At this point, the two of them did not delay any longer, and headed towards the main hall.

The hall of the Purple Sun Escort Company, though not renovated, was well-maintained.

The group of people took their seats. The tea on the table remained untouched.

Su Mo arrived from a distance, and had already cupped his fists. He laughed loudly.