That night, the Charitable Gambling King met Chu Huai Xu for the first time.
"I told you not to mention the Storyteller to anyone outside. Just say you've never seen him."
Sixth Elder was very satisfied with this answer, and even more satisfied with that attitude.
Unexpectedly, the other party had actually been telling the truth!
"He really fucking hadn't seen him!!!"
The Dao Sect's Sixth Elder rarely cursed in his heart, but this was one of those times.
Looking back over everything, Li Chunsong felt his scalp prickle.
He had always had a very good impression of Chu Huai Xu. Among all the higher-ups, only he and Chu Yinyin were especially close to him.
"I was wondering why my luck had been so good lately!"
"Ever since he came up the mountain, I've been winning every gamble because of him!"
"So that was where the trap was!"
Everyone stared at him in unison, clearly seeing the changes in Li Chunsong's expression.
At that moment, he looked as if he had been struck by five bolts of heavenly lightning.
It was awful. His expression was truly awful.
Since this matter was of great importance and involved the Dao Ancestor's Admonition and the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, Li Chunsong did not dare conceal anything. He appeared exceptionally honest.
Facing the Junior Uncle's questioning, his face flushed crimson. Never before had he been so embarrassed as he said:
"I warned Chu Huai Xu and Han Shuangjiang that they must not mention to anyone that they had encountered a Storyteller down the mountain."
At these words, a trace of malevolent aura flashed through Jiang Zhi's eyes.
His killing intent began to rise.
"You told them not to mention it, and then this fellow named Chu Huai Xu pretended to be ignorant?