After returning to the inn, Xu Zimo tied up Gongsun Tianxun and paid no heed to the Tianlun Sect, which was now in turmoil.
"Just who are you?" Young Master Tianxun asked as he looked at Xu Zimo.
"You wouldn't know even if I told you," Xu Zimo replied, shaking his head.
"What do you want? I can give you anything," Young Master Tianxun said unwillingly.
"There's no need to make things so stiff."
"What I want is something you can't give me," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
He was in no hurry. He simply waited for Gongsun Hongtian to come find him.
Otherwise, finding Gongsun Hongtian under normal circumstances would have been harder than ascending to heaven.
Strangely enough, with Young Master Tianxun kidnapped, the Tianlun Sect should have immediately sent people to hunt Xu Zimo down.
Yet after the initial turmoil within the sect, everything returned to calm.
Only, countless watchful eyes had been planted around the Yueyang Inn where Xu Zimo was staying.
At this moment, the Tianlun Sect's council hall was almost a pot of porridge.
The Young Sect Master was the sect's heir and Gongsun Tianxun's only son, so naturally he was regarded with utmost importance.
Only the man seated at the head remained calm, lightly tapping the armrest of his chair with his fingers.
"Enough. Quiet down," Gongsun Hongtian said blandly.
He wore a brown robe, and the long hair atop his head was crimson, spreading outward like a lion's mane.
His face was imposing, carrying authority without anger.
His brows were thick, and his voice had a weighty quality to it.
"Sect Master, the most urgent matter now is to rescue the Young Sect Master first," an elder below said.
"Have you found out where that group came from?" Gongsun Hongtian