Mo Haiping was furious.
That was not what Mo Zigui had said before!
Mo Zigui, Cai Tou, and Liu Bo had talked about their trip to Northern Country. Though it had been dangerous, they had received help from many sides; though bizarre, it had been full of martial world heroism; though winding and difficult, the young heroes had stood united and helped one another...
The three of them, along with the Three Brothers of Yan Zhao Sect, had not only been looked after by Fishing Elder, but Mo Family's Zigui and Yan Zhao Sect's Zhao Ritian had even become Fishing Elder's disciples, becoming fellow martial brothers.
But...
Looking at them today, the three of them practically had to pull up each other's pants.
They only remembered they could pull up their own pants after everyone reminded them... There was clearly something wrong with their brains!
Whenever other outsiders got a chance to enter the Martial Scripture Pavilion, every one of them had eyes shining bright.
They would pore over the books with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, studying and cramming desperately... They practically wished they could bring dry rations and steamed buns inside and live there.
But those three...
And their preferences were a problem too!
Zhao Ritian was obviously an idiot, Long Aotian was also a complete moron, and Lu Chengwen was downright lecherous... My daughter was supposed to marry one of them!?
But at the negotiating table, they were nothing like that. They all looked perfectly respectable.
Long Aotian did not talk much, but whenever he spoke, he always hit the mark;
Zhao Ritian barely spoke, yet his composure and hidden depths made him difficult to read;
And Lu Chengwen was an especially troublesome lead negotiator, practically controlling the rhythm of the entire negotiation.
How had they become