"Greetings, young master, Wang. I knew you would come here..." Elder Gu said, his voice raspy, each word scraping against his throat like sandpaper. He stood, from the chair, in the shadows, created by a large tree, his posture slightly hunched, yet his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
It wasn't hard to know, since the most dangerous places are also the safest. The Tang Clan wouldn't expect the 'Devil Heir' to be sleeping in his own bed—well chances are minimal but never zero.
Even if they did, they might not find Young Master Wang, unless they honored him once again with an Imperial artifact and Qi-suppressing array.
"Pleasure is all mine, Elder Gu... I suppose on the fated day, it was your grace that managed to shatter the formation, allowing me an opportunity to escape?" Tianmo asked, his voice smooth, lacking any genuine gratitude. He walked forward, his steps silent on the stone path, and sat on the chair, momentarily ignoring servant Zhang.
