Conspiracy?
Editor: Henyee Translations
The cult master curled his lips with indescribable flirtatiousness. "This cult master is already aware of your identities, so you can get straight to the point."
Weren't these old fellows just a motley crowd that had fallen from power after losing out to the crown prince?
To put it bluntly, the cult master actually didn't want to pay them any attention. He had only made a trip here in consideration of those treasures he had received.
Moreover, he himself quite wanted to square off against that man again.
As if having thought of something, he subconsciously rested his chin on his hand as a dim light surged past his eyes.
"Cough, cough." State Uncle Zheng naturally wasn't so dumb as to discuss that "big transaction" with the cult master directly in front of these courtesans.