Su Jiuguo's voice was low.
"Do you think... do you think he has any connection to that group that showed up later, the ones claiming to be from the Blood Cold Sect?"
Su Ye didn't answer, asking instead,
"What do you think, Father?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Su Jiuguo, who had just been feigning composure, suddenly became furious.
"Am I asking you, or are you asking me?! Just answer the question! Why do you have so many questions?!"
As he spoke, Su Jiuguo raised his hand and slammed it on the table. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
It was clear that the events of that day had left Su Jiuguo deeply anxious.
Su Ye watched his agitated state and said,
"I've heard of the Blood Cold Sect's reputation.
I don't really believe their leader when he said he had the wrong person."
Su Jiuguo snorted, seeming to let out a sigh of relief.
"So you do have a brain in your head."
Then, he asked again,
"That man said he wanted the 'Secret Luo' recipe. What are your thoughts on that?"
