Hotel.
Lu Chengwen and Ming Disha ordered four dishes and two jugs of wine, drinking together.
Lu Chengwen held his wine cup and looked at Ming Disha. "Martial Uncle, have you found another way to make money?"
"There really is one."
Ming Disha said, "They've already sent people to keep an eye on you."
"Keep an eye on me?"
"Of course they're watching you. Who else would they watch, me?"
Lu Chengwen was utterly depressed. "I'm planning to pull out."
Ming Disha laughed. "You can fool anyone with that, but don't try that game on me."
Lu Chengwen thought about it and realized he was right. He grinned and leaned closer to Ming Disha. "Martial Uncle, do you think... the Tang Sect can really hold onto the throne? Can they... replace the Jiang Family?"
"Heh heh, Tang Wanli isn't someone to be taken lightly! He's insanely strong, and he's no slouch when it comes to brains either."
Lu Chengwen nodded in agreement. Their brief exchange had made him deeply wary of Tang Wanli.
That man hadn't said a single thing outright, yet not one word from him had been useless.
For the Jiang Family, this opponent was no good news.
Ming Disha said, "As for the Elder Council, when it comes to martial arts, any of these families could pin them down and beat them senseless. But in terms of schemes and power plays, their position gives them an advantage that's almost impossible to overturn. Now they've isolated the Jiang Family and brought in a powerful ally. The other three families almost certainly don't want to touch this mess. So the Jiang Family will have to rely on its own strength to wrestle with the Elder Council."
Lu Chengwen nodded. "So the Tang Sect will step forward. Once a clash