Shi Chun hurried to the desk. One glance at the four characters on it told him the matter was settled, and he immediately put the calligraphy away with great care.
He did not linger. At his current level, he and Wei Mo had no common ground for conversation.
With the item in hand, he expressed his thanks and took his leave.
Wei Mo waved a hand, and someone came forward to escort Shi Chun out.
After watching his retreating figure for a while, Wei Mo turned and left as well...
On Mount Wukang, although they knew the visitors from Jieyun Mountain meant trouble-those who came were no friends, and friends would not have come-Bian Weiying, as the newly appointed Sect Master, still went in person to welcome them at the top of the mountain steps.
Several elders accompanied her.
Before coming over, the elders had repeatedly warned Bian Weiying not to act rashly. Turning weapons of war into jade and silk would be best; at the very least, they must not deepen the offense.
Once the Jieyun Mountain party, led by Wu Handong, reached the summit, they looked about with swaggering pride. Guests though they were, they actually waited for their hosts to come and greet them.
Though somewhat displeased, Bian Weiying and the others still approached and greeted them first. "Elder Wu."
Wu Handong looked her up and down. "Bian Weiying, Sect Master Bian. I certainly underestimated you last time in the Royal Capital. In the blink of an eye, you've become Mount Wukang's Sect Master. Bai Shuchuan, you must be quite familiar with Sect Master Bian, yes?"
A familiar figure promptly emerged from the rear of the party. Who else could it have been but Bai Shuchuan?
The wretched look he had worn after Young Master Nan knocked