At that moment, the tiny private room, originally meant for only four or five people, was suddenly crammed with seven or eight.
A group of young women, all quite beautiful, dressed in white robes and white gloves, surrounded Lin Hui at the center.
"Could it be that Sect Master Lin thinks that once you entered White Mountain Town, there would still be any movement our Hundred Flowers Sect wouldn't know about? Why not come in openly through the front? This humble woman would surely lead everyone in welcoming you with a procession on both sides of the road," the seductive woman purred, her words carrying a double meaning.
"That won't be necessary." Lin Hui picked up his teacup, circulated his inner force, and spat out the tea he had been holding in his mouth. Since he had noticed something was wrong, he naturally would not touch anything here.
It seemed this shopkeeper Hu Zhen had long since taken the shape of the Hundred Flowers Sect. Back then, perhaps Song Zhanlong himself had known that relying on Hu Zhen alone to keep watch on the Hundred Flowers Sect in White Mountain Town was indeed asking the impossible.
Perhaps Song Zhanlong had also pretended not to know, barely maintaining his relationship with the Hundred Flowers Sect.
It was only when Lin Hui came that the tacit understanding between the two sides was truly torn apart.
Rising to his feet, Lin Hui fixed his gaze on the seductive woman in the blue dress before him, who was slightly shorter than he was.
"May I ask your name?"
"Hundred Flowers Sect Elder Xiang Ying. What guidance does Sect Master have for me?" The seductive woman gestured for those outside to close the door, then promptly sat down across from Lin Hui.
"I wouldn't dare