Hearing Yang Xiaoyun say that, Hua Shinyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Su Mo wouldn't dismember her just because of her words.
But upon looking up again, her face changed.
What kind of identity, what kind of fame did Su Mo have?
A man's name, the shadow of a tree.
Now that he had admitted his identity, how could others just sit back and watch?
In an instant, the Master of Duan Dao Association, the Master of Shendao Sect, the Alliance Leader of Haoqi, the Master of Bodhi Sect... all the Sect Leaders and Gang Leaders of the Eight Sects and Nine Peaks, leapt into the air.
Surrounding Su Mo among them.
"Mister, you're strategizing, and our wisdom is limited, unable to comprehend.
"But you said, he knew you were here, gathered us here, and then had Old Eighth reveal our identities.
"I understood that."
The Master of Duan Dao Association laughed loudly:
