After thinking for a while, Lin Mo said, "Mhm. I have a favor. If you meet someone from either the Crimson Tiger Sect or the Silent Rain Sect, pass them a message from 'Senior Ghost'.
Luo Lanyi blinked, surprised by the request.
The Crimson Tiger Sect was a notorious bandit group, and the Silent Rain Sect was a ruined faction with its dwindling members scattered throughout the region, hiding from those who wanted to snatch their legacy. For this mysterious senior to have connections with both… it spoke of a web of influence that intrigued her.
"A message, Senior?" She asked respectfully, her merchant instincts kicking in. Information was a commodity, and delivering it was a service. "What should I tell them?"
"Tell them," Lin Mo paused, adopting a tone of profound, enigmatic wisdom to cover his tracks, "That the dragon does not sin. It sleeps. If they are fated, they will understand. If not, then they are not worthy of the business proposal I have for them."
