The group of high-level assassin cultivators he had hired at enormous expense had actually been wiped out to the last man while attacking Lin Manor. Such a horrifying development naturally left Meng Da, who had just heard his subordinate's report, utterly panic-stricken. He immediately ran to find his superior—Mr. Liu.
Wasn't that so?
Before nightfall, in the same private room at Azure Robe Tower, the blue-brick, blue-tiled restaurant in Elegant Ward of the Divine Capital, Meng Da hurried upstairs in a panic and barged straight into the room reserved by the middle-aged man who looked like a refined scholar, Mr. Liu.
"Hmph!"
When Mr. Liu saw Meng Da rashly burst in, he first frowned, then waved his hand and shut the private room's wooden door.
Next, after setting up soundproof talismans and a barrier to block sound from traveling outward, he slowly sat down. Unhurriedly lifting his teacup, he took a sip and snorted coldly in displeasure.
"You fool!"
"Didn't we agree that you would come find me only three days after the matter was done?"
"Why have you summoned me here again so soon?"
"What happened?"
Although Mr. Liu could tell from Meng Da's panicked expression and movements that the plan had likely not gone smoothly, he had not expected such a major disaster. He was therefore quite displeased that this subordinate had come to bother him at such a time.
"Mr. Liu!"
Meng Da did not even have the time to sit down. He merely reported anxiously in a loud voice.
"Something terrible has happened!"
"Those people went to attack Lin Manor, and they were all—"
"Wiped out!"
At those words, Mr. Liu's teacup suddenly paused, and the spiritual tea inside nearly spilled out and scalded him.
"!!"
"What did you say?!"
His eyes, which had been half-lidded