When Jiao Yue emerged from the shadows with lowered eyes, Qin An's eyes slightly narrowed, a sharp gleam flashing at the bottom of them.
"It looks like Mr. Zhou is about to activate that plan." Qin An's tone was calm yet carried a composure that seemed to see through everything.
Zhou Yuanfeng twirled a white jade wine cup lightly between his fingers, the amber wine swirling inside it: "The timing is just right, the commotion of the Hunter Conference has just subsided, making it the perfect moment to uproot the Jiao Long Hall and give these demons a bloody lesson."
Qin An mused, "When will this action begin?"
Zhou Yuanfeng shook his head and laughed lightly: "You misunderstand."
"Oh?" Qin An's slender fingers lightly tapped the scabbard at his waist, producing a crisp sound: "It seems Mr. Zhou has another task for me to perform."
He had originally thought they were going to discuss the plan to annihilate Jiao Long Hall, but now it seemed the matter was far more complex.
