"But it couldn't compare. Cult Leader Dongfang's martial arts were the best under heaven. Being friends with me could be considered a certain degree of freedom—barely enough to call it laughing proudly." After returning the music score to Qu Yang, Gu Hui casually sat down in his seat. Qu Yang gave a wry smile.
Dongfang Bubai mocked, "I wouldn't dare. Your martial arts, Sect Leader Gu, have risen without a sound and are no weaker than mine.
"I suppose if those Orthodox Dao fools found out, they could only resign themselves to it."
Hearing Dongfang Bubai's words, Qu Yang was utterly astonished. This Sect Leader Gu's martial arts were actually so formidable?
"Speak. You didn't come all this way just because you were bored and wanted to chat with me, did you?
"Oh, perhaps you were bored. I heard that you took the Mount Hua disciples and went completely out of your way.
"Your original destination was Hengyang City, yet you insisted on detouring through Luoyang, Hangzhou, and other places to enjoy yourselves. You even went as a group."
Gu Hui took a sip of tea. "Dongfang, I consider you a friend, at least. What you said really hurts this friend's feelings."
"Stop right there. I wouldn't dare acknowledge you as a friend. Say what you came to say, and get to the point." Dongfang Bubai hurriedly cut him off.
"All right. Here's the thing: Liu Zhengfeng is washing his hands in a golden basin on this trip, and according to my intelligence, there may be trouble.
"I heard that Zuo, the chief alliance leader of Mount Song, sent three Great Protectors and quite a few elite disciples.
"Yet even now, those people still haven't arrived. I don't believe they have no other plans.
"So I'm giving you advance notice.