Xu Tingyun's expression changed slightly as well. He knew he had become Min Tao's tool for provoking the other two. If Min Tao truly succeeded in joining forces with them, Xu Tingyun would instead be excluded by the three of them, and this trip would surely yield him nothing.
At the same time, it was not as though he had no clues at all. Smiling, he said,
"Uncles, there is no need to be so impatient. Two years ago, this nephew came to Lishou Mountain with several friends to explore it. I studied and learned quite a bit about the situation within the mountain. We may not be unable to find a good method to lead us into Lishou Mountain."
Upon hearing this, Min Tao, Wu Chen, and Peng Haibing all turned to look at Xu Tingyun. Seeing how calm and composed the boy was, as though he had them completely in his grasp, they believed him to some extent.
"Little Xu, you kept your mouth tight. You never told us about this. Could it be that you intended to act alone after entering the mountain and swallow the opportunity whole? That would be rather ungenerous, and would damage the friendship we have shared with your father for so many years."
That friendship was not false. Though all four were leaders of their own gangs, they were not truly top-tier figures in Yanzhou. There was no conflict of interest between them; instead, they cooperated with one another, huddling together for warmth.
However, that was limited to the friendship of the older generation.
Among the four, Xu Tingyun was considered a junior. Although he had taken his father's place, and had forced his way into this small circle through his formidable martial arts, talent, and ability, when it came to truly