Hu Sifeng stared blankly for a long while before finally conceding that Uncle Long was right. He took out the Ruyi Pearl and contacted Su Bingjun.
Hu Sifeng had been at Wuji Hall for some time now, and he had figured things out. He understood the friction between Su Bingjun and Wang Rongrong, how Suijie had risen to his position, and what grievances Su Bingjun had against him.
An enemy's enemy was a friend. He was sure Su Bingjun wouldn't want to see Suijie basking in success, and would surely lend him a hand.
He took out the Ruyi Pearl and contacted Su Bingjun. After hearing him out, Su Bingjun felt a surge of irritation. Hu Sifeng really did have the usual flaws of an Aristocratic Clan scion: all reputation and no substance. With the authority of the Hall Master's position in his grasp, he had still managed to make such a mess of things. "What about Suijie? What is he doing?"
He couldn't get Suijie out of his mind. That day in the Imperial Way Hall, Suijie had stripped him of every shred of dignity in front of the Heavenly King of the Imperial Way. He had never been so humiliated.
Hu Sifeng said, "Don't worry, Young Master Su. That man won't enjoy a single day of peace. I make his life difficult every day. He's probably exhausted to the point of delirium by now."
When he had first arrived, Su Bingjun had warned him to watch out for Suijie. Hu Sifeng had thought Suijie really had three heads and six arms, that he was some fearsome opponent. Only later did he realize Su Bingjun had a grudge against him. The warning to watch out for Suijie was just an attempt to use Hu Sifeng to deal with him.