"Sect Master, our intelligence agents picked up some news to the northwest."
At the Eight Gates headquarters in Black Seal City, in the Black-Corner Region, Bai Kun leaned close to Yuan Yi and spoke quietly.
"What news? Why all the secrecy?"
Yuan Yi, who had now returned to the top ten of the Black List, raised an eyebrow at Bai Kun.
"News about... that kind of magical beast."
Bai Kun pressed a hand downward.
"...Sun Buxiao?"
Yuan Yi frowned, a trace of irritation in his eyes.
Trouble!
A thorn in my side!
Honestly, he really did not want to get involved anymore. Whether it was Han Feng or Sun Buxiao, he wanted nothing to do with either of them... after all, putting it plainly, he could not afford to offend either side.
One was the Medicine Emperor, whose influence was the greatest in the Black-Corner Region, someone who could shake the entire region if he wished.
The other possessed the woeful poison body and had beaten the Medicine Emperor senseless right before his eyes.
Fucking lunatics... it would have been fine if one of you had died fighting, or even if both of you had died. But neither of you fucking died!
That left Yuan Yi, the fence-sitter, stranded atop the fence.
Although Han Feng had not sent anyone to cause trouble yet, and was merely holed up in Maple City doing who knew what, Yuan Yi had always been cautious. He knew his day of reckoning would come sooner or later.
-Regardless of which side that "reckoning" came from.
So now, on one hand, he could only placate Han Feng, sending him all manner of benefits in the hope of keeping his attention away from himself. On the other, he dared not neglect the "deal" he had once made