Although he outwardly showed disdain for Black River Society, the hands hidden behind him trembled slightly.
Black River Society was a dark organization that had recently risen in the martial world.
In just three short years, it had become the second most powerful assassin group, able to rival the Nine Abyssal Gate.
Terrifyingly, countless spies sent by the Nine Abyssal Gate to investigate them had never returned alive.
So now, the Nine Abyssal Gate knew almost nothing about Black River Society.
Yet the man before him which he suspect as a member of Black River Society seemed to know their most secret internal rules perfectly.
After a moment of thought, Mogushu decided that the best plan was to retreat.
"Prince Qing, it seems your luck is still on your side today. Then, I will come to find you for a drink another day," he said.
The words barely fell when he vanished from sight in an instant.
At the same time, a sharp pain twisted through Rong Qinglei's chest.
