"I consider you a friend; that's why I came to advise you. Otherwise, why would I bother saying so much?" Jiang Qingqin glared at Lin Bai, feeling deeply wronged, then stomped her foot and left.
"Boss, are we really going to clash head-on with the Righteous Seven Sects?" Crispy Rice came forward to ask.
"What else can we do?" Lin Bai glanced at him. "Just let them break up the Beggar Gang? They want to use their power to crush us. We all know what would happen if we went to the Supervisory Immortal Office; why walk into their trap and let them trample all over us? We'll avoid a direct confrontation for now and then take them down one by one..."
