The Accusation

“I, Lu San, am waiting for you, Martial Federation…”

“Waiting for me? So, you were the one who reached out to Highest Elder Fu Duanzhi?” The Eighty-Third said, sweeping his eyes to examine Leng San. He sensed a strange feeling from the innumerable experience when looking at this young man but could not find any more explanation other than that he was just a cripple.

“Of course, it was me…” Leng San said, clasping his hands, but Leng San's gaze rushed towards Mu Zhongluo and Gong Luyao with a scornful smile.

Of course, they both clenched their fists because, at this time, they knew that the whole situation was actually written by this crippled young man!!

“Lu San!! So, it's that scum!!” Gong Luyao spoke through his teeth grooves.