Wei Yutian gazed deeply and said, "The Filthy Blood Sect and the Taiyi Sect have been battling openly and covertly for years. Our strategies have mostly gone underground. Everyone has their worldly identities, focusing on lying low and developing in secret. Three of our squads have been cleared in just two months; could there be some hidden trouble?"
Luan Jingfu replied, "I heard there's a traitor from the hall. Seems like even the Hall Master's trusted aide..."
"Oh, really?" A trace of fear flashed in Wei Yutian's eyes. The hall has information on all their squads; if things go wrong, they might be the next to be cleared.
"Enough!" Luan Jingfu waved it off, laughing, "I came here to drink, not to discuss Sect business with you."
Saying that, Luan Jingfu used his hand to pick open the seal on the wine jar in front of him. He looked at Wei Yutian, "Where are the bowls?"
