As they waited for his food, Xing Bai said, “We really cannot thank you enough for what you have done. Mao Yuhan was a terror, but there was nobody strong enough to contend with him. We couldn’t even get another sect involved. With the backing of the Wind-Lightning Pavilion, no one was willing to mess with him.”
“Speaking of, do you think the Wind-Lightning Pavilion will get revenge on us for what happened to him?” asked Wu Jian.
Xing Bai cupped his chin, furrowed his brow, and looked down. The maid came by with his bowl of congee and a plate piled high with meat buns before the older man answered him.
“I do not believe so. Perhaps if you were from a sect, they would make moves to exact revenge on you, in order to uphold their sect’s reputation, but you are an unknown individual with an
