"Uncle Chen!"
"So this matter has nothing to do with the sect?" Yuchi asked loudly, hugging Chen Guangsheng's bear-like waist.
Previously, he thought such matters were inevitably related to the sect, specifically involving the greasy Yun Chun.
While fishing for shrimps, Yuchi pondered how much the Cloud Mountain Sect had offered.
He could give double.
After all, according to normal logic, villagers wouldn't betray the Twelve Linked Huts, nor the merchant guild.
Only if the Cloud Mountain Sect offered a big sum would they act this way.
This tactic is understandable; it's all about backstabbing, not a direct confrontation.
I was all set to slowly investigate this path, and now you tell me it has nothing to do with the sect?
What are you doing?
The horses, infused with some Spiritual Qi by Chen Guangsheng, were galloping steadily, accompanied by Uncle Tiger.
"Yes."
"The sect's reaction has always been sluggish; they train while doing business, slow to respond."
