The night wind carried a penetrating chill.
At some point, the barbershop's tightly shut doors had opened again.
Situ Wudi and his companions had also vanished.
But the leather case containing the gold bars still sat quietly on the table.
Yang Lian smoked, not even looking at the gold, and said unhurriedly, "The fact that Situ Wudi considered forming an alliance with you shows he still has a line he won't cross. His reluctance to start a war is probably because he doesn't want disciples of the Three Teachings fighting one another. He's even more worried that the reserves of the two teachings will fall into the hands of those Mountain Guardians."
Lian Youming took Yang Lian's cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it himself. "Yes. There's more to this man than meets the eye. He's actually following the greater momentum too. And he's right. Since Boss Du left those things to deal with the Mountain Guardians, how could I put my own interests first? Naturally, they should go to whoever is capable. Besides, if the Three Teachings could unite and everyone worked together to raise the demon-suppressing momentum again, wouldn't that be glorious!
"His aspirations rise above the ordinary. How could I fall behind him... cough, cough... this stuff's a bit harsh!!!"
He instinctively took a deep drag, only for half the cigarette in his hand to burn away, sparks flaring as he choked and coughed repeatedly. "Still, this works out well. Since we're forming an alliance first, the battle date for the three of us will definitely be pushed back. That gives us time to deal with that Mysterious Force first." As Lian Youming thought this, his gaze grew inscrutable.
Situ Wudi had said that the Mountain Guardians had killed his mother.
If they added the