"Brother Fan, about Meng Qingtong's case..."
At this moment, Liu Xingtui put down his chopsticks, hesitating to speak. He knew Zhang Fan wouldn't call them out for no reason, certainly not just for a meal.
"Meng Qingtong's matter is big. People from Zhenwu Mountain have already gone to Shangjing City. This isn't going to be settled so easily." Zhang Fan said in a low voice.
"The higher-ups even suspect he's involved with the Wuwei Sect. You two have been following him for so long, and you didn't notice anything?"
As soon as these words left his mouth, Liu Xingtui's face changed. He hurriedly replied, "Brother Fan, honestly, we had no idea. Usually, Meng Qingtong rarely even came to the club."
Being in cahoots with the Wuwei Sect—that's a hell of an accusation. If they got dragged into this, forget about their future, they'd probably lose all their cultivation too.
Liu Xingyu caught the hint and stopped eating altogether.
