Chen Mu walked out of the Training Room. The moment Lin Yao saw him, she became exceedingly respectful. She dared treat A Sang that way, but she would never dare do the same to Qiao Yuan. With someone like Qiao Yuan, whom her school was doing everything it could to recruit, she had to show sufficient respect on the surface.
The situation between the two sides was delicate. Chen Mu loathed Frostmoon Cold Isle, but he likewise could not openly tear away the veneer of civility. He still needed to use Qiao Yuan's identity to enter the Dongrui Taishu Lineage. If he openly fell out with Frostmoon Cold Isle, that identity would become useless. The Dongrui Taishu Lineage would never take in a Card Adept who had made an enemy of Frostmoon Cold Isle. Basically, no Lineage with any sense would do such a thing.
But as long as the veneer of civility remained intact, that would suffice. Frostmoon Cold Isle could not openly suppress him; they still had to preserve some dignity. As for what happened in the shadows, no one could prevent that. Yet Chen Mu believed that, with this great whirlpool here serving as his shield, Frostmoon Cold Isle might not have the energy to deploy its covert forces against him.
Looking at the lovely, radiant face before him, Chen Mu felt an indescribable disgust. He hated women who would stop at nothing to achieve their aims, especially when their methods were malicious. He had heard with his own ears how she had driven A Sang into a corner. He felt no particular affection for A Sang, but when Lin Yao used such methods against her, he found it hard to control his anger.
The only reason Lin Yao dared do this, the only reason she could