Three days passed quickly.
Just as Little Wood had steadied himself and prepared to visit the Li Family, he suddenly received a message from Jiang Bo Yue to rendezvous.
Little Wood's heart suddenly clenched.
Though he was extremely uneasy, Little Wood could only brace himself and head to the meeting place.
At the meeting place.
"The Zhao Clan are nothing but spineless cowards. I've never seen such shameless people. How could they do something like this?"
The moment Little Wood arrived, he heard Pang Hong cursing.
At the same time, Miao Shi rushed back from afar.
Seeing this, Jiang Bo Yue, who had arrived first, asked, "Brother Shi, how did it go on your end?"
"I couldn't raise any money. The Song Family's attitude was extremely firm."
"It was about the same for me. They seemed to have known our intentions long ago."
"What about you, Chang Sheng?"
Jiang Bo Yue casually asked Little Wood.
After learning that none of them had achieved anything, the stone hanging over Little Wood's heart finally fell.
"There wasn't enough time. I hadn't gotten the chance to act yet."
"I was just about to make my move when I received your message, Brother Boyue."
"Looks like you're the steadier one after all. Raising money from the Four Great Families truly can't be rushed."
"Now, we need to discuss this properly and come up with a feasible plan. Do you have any good ideas?"
At those words, everyone fell silent.
Yet just as everyone was at their wits' end, a slurping sound drifted over.
Turning their heads, they saw Pang Tong walking over with a bowl of noodles, eating as he went.
What was even more interesting was that Pang Tong was using a Divine Sense clone.
"Why are you all looking at me?