Lin Mo nodded, fully understanding such matters. Back when he was in the Immortal Sect, he also experienced these open and hidden struggles. Cultivation requires resources, and the Mercenary Guild is such a large piece of fat meat; the higher the position one occupies, the more benefits one naturally gains.
"Actually, I shouldn't be discussing these matters with you, Master Lin, Yingzi, you both should rest well for the night and leave Snow City the next day." Lan Bo raised his head, a touch of solemnity in his gaze.
"Young Master Lan Bo, are you afraid Mickey will come to seek revenge on me?"
Lin Mo's mouth curved into an amused smile.
Lan Bo shook his head and said, "Master Lin, Mickey was defeated by your single punch; your strength is beyond doubt. He probably wouldn't dare come for you, but you defeated a War God in front of so many people today. I think the War God Temple will soon take action."
