"Thank you for the reminder, Daoist. The mountains stand and the rivers flow. We'll meet again in the Jianghu."
The unease in their hearts grew heavier and heavier.
Zhang Long and the others hastily cupped their fists at Mao Ba, grabbing Zhao Wei's belongings and preparing to leave.
As for holding a grudge against Wu Dao?
They hadn't even considered it. They didn't even plan on notifying their superiors.
A person like Wu Dao…
Unless you were absolutely certain you could crush him in one go, he would be a source of endless trouble, bringing countless problems to the White Whale Martial Arts Hall. In that case, they would become Sinners.
Of course, the most important thing was that the White Whale Martial Arts Hall had no justifiable reason to target Wu Dao. After all, Wu Dao hadn't killed Zhao Wei himself. At most, one could curse him for watching someone die without helping.
"You people… Forget it."
