Chong Mo's face still showed no unnecessary emotion. "If that's what you think, go ahead and kill her."
The man looked uncertain. "Are you really doing this for that woman downstairs?"
Chong Mo gave him a cool glance, as though he had asked something utterly pointless.
The man frowned slightly. "I don't care about your tangled mess of feelings. If you choose to abandon Ye Wanqing, that's your business. But if anything goes wrong with our contract...
"I'll make everyone around you burial sacrifices for my plan!
"Ye Wanqing, Ouyang Yanyu, Lou Sheng-not one of them will escape!"
Chong Mo sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, his gaze still utterly unruffled. "Do as you please."
"Did you summon me just to say this?"
The man paused. His anger just now had apparently almost made him forget his main purpose. "Has the Azure Tide Sect picked anyone up lately?"
Chong Mo nodded. "We picked up a female cultivator."
The man raised an eyebrow. "A few months ago as well?"
"About three or four months ago."
The man's eyes lit up, naked greed written all over his face. "When you picked her up, did she have any particularly powerful magic treasures on her, or in her hands?"
For the first time since entering, a different look appeared in Chong Mo's eyes. That look, however, was contempt.
"Yes, and plenty of them." Almost anyone outside could find information on Su Jiu with a casual investigation, so Chong Mo made no particular effort to conceal anything.
Besides, he hardly knew Su Jiu. Whether someone had set their sights on her was no concern of his.
"So the rumors outside are true."
Chong Mo looked up at the man, a trace of puzzlement in his gaze.
One look at Chong Mo told