Yi Nanshan, Old He, and Elder Mu Ru left the Martial Arts Alliance.
Just as they got into a car, Yi Nanshan smiled at the other two.
"Thank you for your help today!"
At his words, Old He glanced at Yi Nanshan.
"What's there to thank us for? The Town Martial Department's sworn duty is to protect the Martial God. Old Yao and his faction have been harboring those thoughts for a long time now!"
"If the Town Martial Department hadn't intervened, I'm afraid they would have certainly acted on them!" Old He said with a soft chuckle.
Yi Nanshan nodded. "That's right. Old Yao and his group have been scheming to cultivate their own Martial God!"
Elder Mu Ru glanced at them with a smile.
"Those old geezers... at their age, how can they still be so restless?"
"Are you saying Old Yao really wants to turn the Martial God into a puppet?"
At his question,
Yi Nanshan and Old He exchanged a look.
Neither of them said a word.
Although they had both mentioned it in the meeting room earlier,
