The Wushengtang disciples in front of me looked at each other, all a bit unsure of what to do, and could only stay silent.
Su Mo also remained silent, quietly waiting.
This wait lasted about the time it takes for one incense stick to burn.
After one incense stick, Li Zhongming and Xing Lan emerged from the shadows.
Li Zhongming greeted from afar with a cupped fist:
"Su, the Chief of the Escort has been waiting for a long time, please forgive us."
"How could I not?"
Su Mo indifferently said: "Wusheng Hall is extensive and influential, who in the Jianghu would dare to bully? As Su, a guest crossing your threshold, what choice do I have now but to endure what comes?
"But it was just a short wait, how could I dare to be presumptuous?
"Am I not afraid that Wusheng Hall would further frame me with some grave crime of murder?"
Li Zhongming found himself at a loss for words and could only say:
