'Old geezer?!'
The voice startled Yang An, and even Wen Yin and Zhou Quan jumped in fright.
He hadn't detected any aura at all. The old geezer had just appeared out of thin air, completely silent.
'Has he been waiting for us here all along?'
Yang An's heart lurched when he heard the old man's words.
'Had the old coot calculated everything, right down to their arrival in the Golden Thread Pavilion's territory within the Treasure Temple Domain? Did he even know they would come to Zichuan State?'
'So he was waiting here for us from the start.'
If this had happened anywhere else, one might just say the old geezer was a master strategist, leaving nothing to chance.
But they were standing before the Mountain Gate of the Jade Flesh Sect, a minor power they had planned to investigate before finding a new base for the Life Crane Sect.
'Was their appearance at the Jade Flesh Sect also part of the old geezer's calculations?'
"Master!"
