"You make a great deal of sense. It seemed I really did need to make some plans for my own future and the future of Grace Hall." Mo Lin looked as though he had spoken only after deep consideration.
Hearing Mo Lin's words, Xu Siwei was naturally overjoyed. His delight made him feel as though the cold inside his body was no longer so unbearable, and he said with a smile, "Then, Hall Master Mo, let us consider this matter settled—"
"What exactly is your plan?" Mo Lin interrupted Xu Siwei, asking a rather crucial question.
Why was this question so crucial? Because when a faction devised a plan, aside from its core members, the others involved usually did not know what was actually going to happen. They simply followed the orders issued from above or adhered to arrangements decided in advance. Mo Lin and Grace Hall should have belonged to the latter category in the Star Crown Clan's plan.
This was not difficult to infer. Mo Lin's Grace Hall was a colossal force. From the probing just now, Grace Hall was far larger than the Star Crown Clan, which only had three Titled Douluo. The Star Crown Clan could barely qualify as Grace Hall's partner, and that was only considering that they had been rooted in the Star Luo Empire for many years and possessed a somewhat deeper foundation than Grace Hall.
If Mo Lin truly agreed to join the Star Crown Clan's plan and followed the path they had laid out, then once Xu Siwei returned to report it, the Star Crown Clan's patriarch would surely burn incense in gratitude.
But was Mo Lin the sort of person who liked being led around by the nose? Even if he truly intended to walk that path, he would first