'It's not entirely impossible,' Fang Shuwen thought, shaking his head inwardly.
However, the clues were too vague. Everything was just speculation.
The only thing Fang Shuwen was sure of at the moment was that while that old codger Suhe Zhen showed no hostility, he was definitely plotting something behind the scenes...
With this in mind, he opened his eyes and glanced at Luo Shuqing, who was still sitting by the table.
He had come to Tingtiao Pavilion to determine whether it was friend or foe.
Although the Eight Forbidden Areas of the East Sea were not as united as the Seven Eastern Sects, they were still intricately connected.
Tingtiao Pavilion's attitude, to a certain extent, represented the attitude of the other Forbidden Lands.
But for now, no one had made a real move. It was like viewing flowers in a fog—nothing was clear.
Saint Mother Chaoyin's sudden move, on the other hand, had invisibly disrupted things.
'For me, this might not be a bad thing.'
