I'm Here to Persuade the North Mystic Sage

A chilling, murderous aura permeated the air.

In Wen Tonghai's eyes, these people were harboring malicious intentions, which was why they acted this way.

"Do you really think these people are good?"

He paused, his gaze turning even colder.

"Don't think I don't know. It's written in the files that the little brat named Lin Mo even threatened you! This kind of unpredictable, untamable thing must be locked up and subjected to proper ideological reform!"

Liu Zheng felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he listened. Wasn't this clearly offending someone to the bitter end?

Even Dongfang Shuye, who was standing to the side, couldn't stop his eyes from twitching a couple of times.

He knew that if he didn't speak up now, the situation would truly be beyond salvation.

No one knew exactly how strong that Perfected Lord Beixuan was. What if... what if he was absurdly strong, so strong that their entire Yanhuang Awakening organization would...

Dongfang Shuye took a deep breath and finally took a step forward. His voice was not loud, but exceptionally clear.

"Elder Wen, I request that we wait for a reply from the general headquarters before proceeding with the next step of the plan. I cannot let you act so recklessly."

Wen Tonghai, however, waved his hand dismissively. "There's no need. Those deadweights who occupy positions without doing any work only know how to rope people in. Otherwise, parasites like the Ning family wouldn't exist."

Well, well, well, this Elder Wen was truly blunt.

However, Dongfang Shuye still firmly blocked Wen Tonghai's path.

"Elder Wen, you can disregard Lin Mo's attitude, but what about the surrounding residents? If something happens, how will it be handled? The people are the most important priority."

This was the only persuasion that could make Wen Tonghai stop in his tracks.

"There are so many capable and extraordinary individuals in the world, and so many who are not under the control of our Yanhuang Awakening, let alone the fact that Perfected Lord Beixuan has the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect behind him.

Attacking carelessly without figuring out the other party's background is a massive taboo. Setting everything else aside, just that Five Thunders Talisman, which is not the least bit inferior to those of the Celestial Master Sect, is enough to make anyone wary."

Wen Tonghai thought about it repeatedly and ultimately could only compromise. Frowning, he said, "Since that's the case, you two handle the negotiations. But if the other party refuses to cooperate, don't blame me for making a move."

Before his voice even faded, Wen Tonghai had already stepped forward, walking straight toward the front gate.

His pace was steady, every step as precise as if it had been measured.

As he approached, the heavy iron gate on the ground floor unexpectedly let out a low creak. The lock clicked open on its own, and then, without any wind, the gate slowly swung outward, as if an invisible pair of hands were respectfully opening it for him.

Just by his mere proximity, the downstairs iron gate opened on its own, as if someone had deliberately unlocked and pulled it open for him.

This eerie scene made both Liu Zheng and Dongfang Shuye sigh in awe at his power.

"Once we go up, I will try my best to keep Lin Mo alive. As for Perfected Lord Beixuan, we might really need you to persuade him."

Liu Zheng's face instantly fell. He pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Me, persuade Perfected Lord Beixuan? Why don't you just ask me to go die."

But no matter how reluctant they were, the two could only bite the bullet and closely follow behind Wen Tonghai.

Right at that moment, the sound of footsteps and laughter came from the stairs. Two young men walked down, one behind the other.

Fang Jun, holding a batch of zongzi, said, "These zongzi smell amazing."

"For sure! I just saw the zongzi Jiang Yunlu was eating, and there was even shrimp inside."

An Yuexin reminisced about the zongzi Jiang Yunlu and the others had just eaten.

"Seriously? That's too good! Say no more, this is going to be my midnight snack tonight. By the way, are you still coming to my place for the dragon boat feast tonight?"

"Forget it, I'll just go home and eat zongzi. The zongzi wrapped by Master Mo are definitely going to be delicious. I'll just have a taste first, and maybe I can ask for two more tomorrow."

The two chatted as if no one else was around. Seeing Wen Tonghai standing at the door, they naturally stepped aside to make way for him.

However, as they passed by, the two couldn't help but take a few extra glances at Wen Tonghai.

"Damn, this old grandpa is so handsome. His physique is way too good. He's definitely a top-tier boss at the gym."

"Right? With that build and aura, I wonder who would win in an arm-wrestling match between him and Old Mo."

The two spoke in Cantonese the entire time. Their voices were neither loud nor soft, just enough for the people around them to hear.

Liu Zheng's eyelids twitched violently, cold sweat nearly seeping from his forehead.

He recognized these two clowns. They were Fang Jun and An Yuexin, Lin Mo's classmates mentioned in his files.

Oh, my ancestors, could you two just say a few words less!

He wished he could rush up right now and cover their mouths. If these two kids suffered a disaster because they were too close to Lin Mo, it would be a huge problem.

Fang Jun also seemed to sense that the atmosphere was a bit off. The few strangers standing around were looking at them with weird expressions.

He tugged at An Yuexin's sleeve, and without saying another word, the two quickly left.

Meanwhile, Wen Tonghai, who was standing at the door, narrowed his eyes.

Having studied at the Whampoa Military Academy, understanding Cantonese was naturally not an issue for him.

Arm-wrestling?

Old Mo?

Master Mo?

The curve of his lips grew increasingly icy.

"Heh."

A very soft sneer escaped him, carrying undisguised contempt and disdain.

"A wet-behind-the-ears youngster, and he's worthy of being called a Master?"

"It's truly ridiculous to the extreme."

Liu Zheng was just about to step forward and say something, but a hand rested on his shoulder and pressed him back.

It was Dongfang Shuye. He gave Liu Zheng an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

The members of Yanhuang Awakening remained on guard downstairs; only Wen Tonghai and the other two went upstairs.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell, step by step, heavy and oppressive.

Standing on the landing between the third and fourth floors, they saw the iron gate wide open.

Wen Tonghai sneered, "It seems he already knows we're here."

Just as Wen Tonghai's aura surged and he was about to step forward, Dongfang Shuye suddenly took a step to the side, blocking his path and grabbing his arm in the process.

"Elder Wen, how about letting us negotiate first?"

Dongfang Shuye's tone was as gentle as ever, but his eyes were exceptionally firm.

Wen Tonghai's sharp gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds. He knew what kind of person Dongfang Shuye was, and he also understood that if he were to speak first right now, there would likely be no room left for maneuvering.

He let out a heavy breath and turned his head to the side, taking it as tacit consent.

Only then did Dongfang Shuye let go of his arm and walk to the front with Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng stood at the door, his heart drumming in his chest. Bracing himself, he peeked inside and symbolically knocked twice on the open iron gate.

"Student Lin Mo, are you home?"

He felt a bit ridiculous asking such a question himself.

"Stop putting on an act. If you want to come in, then come in."

From the kitchen, Lin Mo's voice drifted out, calm and indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.

However, the tension in Liu Zheng's suspended heart inexplicably eased by more than half.

This tone... at least it didn't sound like he wanted to fight.

He looked back at Dongfang Shuye, who nodded at him before taking the lead and stepping into the rented apartment.

It was his first time here, so his gaze naturally swept over the surrounding decor.

Elder Wen, who followed closely behind, was also observing, but he remained silent.

Seeing that the place where Lin Mo lived was quite plain and simple, he didn't think much of it.

However, when his eyes landed on the stereo and the computer next to it, he couldn't help but frown.

Before long, Lin Mo walked over carrying a plate.

"Happy Dragon Boat Festival! Here, have a zongzi."