After finishing his words, he leisurely disappeared into the depths of the mist.
This time, Huangfu Song did not chase after him.
Standing still, the man's expression was a mix of uncertainty and gloom.
In the end, he looked hatefully in the direction where Moyun Cave Lord had left.
"That old geezer, usually hiding his sharpness and acting as though he's mild-mannered. Handling affairs with such tact. Even after discovering that I'm using him as a pawn, he still kindly decided to remind me."
Cursing silently in his heart, he bore no real resentment toward Moyun Cave Lord.
The things spoken by the other party could be considered heartfelt and sincere.
But!
How could Huangfu Song abandon his half-completed grand ambition!
Especially now, when the world was chaotic and the North Sea in turmoil—this was a golden opportunity to fish in troubled waters and establish his own forces.
It wasn't about craving power.
