"A Divine Envoy of the Ancient Divine Teachings!" Hearing Li Qian's words, Comrade Lao Sun looked over at Elder Liao, who was now a mangled mess. The shock on his face was plain to see.
He truly never imagined that Elder Liao, who had worked so diligently by his side for so many years, would turn out to be a Cultist of the Ancient Divine Teachings.
A fine sweat broke out on his forehead as he considered the man's likely objective.
Without a doubt, looking back from how things turned out, the man had painstakingly schemed to remain by his side, most likely for Sun Ruirui.
An expression of deep regret crossed Comrade Lao Sun's face at the thought that his own carelessness could have brought harm to his closest relative.
Now, he finally understood why Li Qian had been so impolite, why his words had been so barbed.
