In the reception room, Qian Renxue sat upright on the sofa while Golden Crocodile Douluo stood behind her. Both of them felt somewhat at a loss.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's mission this time had been to lend support. To put it more plainly, it was to ensure Spirit Hall did not lose face.
If anyone along the way showed them any disrespect, Golden Crocodile Douluo's role was to give the offender a thorough beating. Even members of Grace Hall were no exception.
For instance, if Qian Renxue wanted to see Mo Lin directly and Grace Hall refused—even speaking rudely—then Golden Crocodile Douluo would simply make his move. Whether Qian Renxue approved or not, he would fight his way straight to Mo Lin.
However, as the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face. The Grace Hall guards had been so polite to them, and they had not spoken in riddles either. Golden Crocodile Douluo truly found it difficult to bypass Grace Hall's procedures and charge straight to the top floor to see Mo Lin. That would not be preserving Spirit Hall's dignity—it would be making Spirit Hall lose face outright!
Qian Renxue did not wait long before the reception room door was pushed open. The person who entered was Mo Lin.
"You actually came in person?" Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes revealed considerable surprise. She had not written her own name directly on that note, and even the matter she wished to discuss had been written in a deliberately vague and ambiguous manner.
Yet despite her writing it like that, Mo Lin had come directly?
Seeing the slight confusion in Qian Renxue's gaze, Mo Lin smiled faintly, took out the note she had written, and explained, "This area is handled by my brother. He said the handwriting on this looked familiar,