Just as he had expected, only a few days later, Chu Yingrui arrived at the Apothecary Hall with his left arm still injured. He handed Chen Mo the Contribution Points exchanged from the third batch of transactions, his mood visibly low.
Chen Mo did not ask for the reason. They merely had an ordinary business relationship; he neither cared nor wished to know what had happened to the other man. The Contribution Points had been delivered, and Chu Yingrui had proactively deducted his own payment. Their accounts were settled.
As if he had long expected Chen Mo's attitude, Chu Yingrui said nothing more and left directly.
"Looks like Ouyang Zhenfeng is most likely gone," Chen Mo guessed.
Only that would explain why Chu Yingrui had come to deliver this final batch of Contribution Points.
True Martial Sect had lost many elite disciples in this battle, including numerous True Disciples. Even two Personal Disciples had gone missing, and whether they could return remained unknown. The status and power of the various factions would be reshuffled.
Crises were erupting everywhere outside, while smoke from the fires of conflict rose within the sect as well.
These were troubled times.
Chen Mo felt it was better to obediently remain within the sect. If he truly wished to, he could absolutely smash apart and unify all these so-called factions, but there was no need.
The sect's upper ranks would not permit him to do so either.
Healthy competition still brought more benefits than harm.
That was presumably the main reason the sect had always allowed factions to exist among its disciples.
After returning to the Apothecary Hall, he habitually went to the entrance of No. 1 Alchemy Room. Then he suddenly came to himself. Chen Mo stood there for a long while before leaving. Things