Zhuo Wu gave an order.
Tens of thousands of underlings moved out in full force.
Calling him the underground Emperor of Moran City wouldn't be too much of a stretch.
Five days later.
"Boss, boss, we've got news."
A voice full of surprise came from outside.
"Come in quickly!"
Zhuo Wu shivered all over, he'd been waiting for five days, finally some news.
If it's true, the Profound Realm is within grasp.
Just thinking about becoming a master in the Profound Realm made his eyes instantly excite.
In a moment, a young man in black ran in, panting heavily, he rushed over here as soon as he got the news.
"Speak quickly!"
Zhuo Wu was already impatient from waiting.
"It's... gasp... several people mixed in the merchant convoy as guards and entered Moran City today."
"Those few people don't look like ordinary guards, especially a man in white, though he's dressed plainly, he has a unique aura about him."
"These people are now staying with the merchant convoy at the Lanting Inn."
