"We can't just let this go. I'll go and check into that Ji Xianlong's background."
Hu Yao snorted.
Previously, he had felt that the ten percent profit came too easily, that it was almost too hot to handle. Now that something had happened, it was only natural for him to step up.
"Go ahead."
Chen Che didn't stop him.
Knowing the other party's background was the only way to handle all sorts of trouble with ease.
They talked for a while longer.
He then feigned nonchalance and asked about Zhao Ping, finally learning the outcome of that matter:
After that day, the furious Zhao Ping had been hunting everywhere for the culprit.
But Zhao Ang, wearing his father's authority like a tiger's skin, had offended far too many people; the list of suspects was endless. Furthermore, with the matter of the Foundation Establishment Ancient Tomb concluded, most of the Cultivators who had gathered in the area had disappeared.
He wanted to investigate, but he had no clues.
