"...I think it's you who is being presumptuous."
Li Zhongming's vision darkened in waves before he glanced at Su Mo:
"Su, Chief of the Escort, this matter... this matter..."
"Master Li need not say more, my mind is made up. If you refuse, I'd like to see if there is anyone in this vast Wusheng Hall who can stop me."
"This..."
Li Zhongming sighed: "Well then, if that is the case, Su, the Chief of the Escort, please do as you wish."
Hearing this, Xing Lan snorted and extended an arm in invitation:
"Su, Chief of the Escort, please!"
"Hmph, lead the way."
"Heh."
Xing Lan said no more, leading a few people at his side, walking in front.
Su Mo followed behind.
Li Zhongming watched their retreating figures, his brows tightly furrowed, but it was unclear what he was thinking.
...
...
Su Mo followed Xing Lan all the way into the Fourth Hall.
At the door of Wu Yong's residence, disciples of the Seventh Hall had already strictly guarded it, not allowing anyone to enter.
