Over the years, Su Mo had come all this way, enduring countless bitter hardships and grave trials. He had weathered innumerable storms.
What kind of scene had he not seen?
His experience and shrewdness had long since surpassed those of the young boy he once was. Thus, Di Long's schemes were practically transparent to him at a glance.
Clumsy!
In Su Mo's eyes, Di Long's methods were exceedingly clumsy, riddled with holes.
First, Ke Han had just participated in the Qing Ni Sacrifice and had just taken Ji Hailan as a slave. Why had he left the Soul Pavilion so quickly?
Second, even if Ke Han had agreed to hand Ji Hailan over, he could have simply stated his conditions. Why did he have to ask Su Mo to discuss it in Eighth City?
Finally, Di Long had always wanted to save Di Hong. Last time, within the Soul Pavilion, he had already forcibly made a move. If Pavilion Master Wuyu had not stopped him, a battle would have been unavoidable.
And now, Di Long wanted him to leave the Soul Pavilion and head to Eighth City. Was that not the perfect opportunity for the other party to make a move?
Su Mo shook his head helplessly. He did not know whether Ke Han was involved in this matter, but he was certain that Di Long had prepared something in Eighth City.
However, since Di Long wanted to play, Su Mo would play along to the bitter end.
Then, Su Mo rose and walked toward a palace not far away.
Before long, he summoned more than twenty Pavilion Disciples.
These Pavilion Disciples were all people who had previously sought to curry favor with him and wished to befriend him.
"Brother Bai, why did you summon us? Is something the matter?"