"That makes sense."
Duan Song nodded and glanced at the old man in Su Mo's hands, "Alright, alright, no need to hold onto him any longer. Just press his acupoints and put him aside."
Su Mo responded and threw the old man to the side.
Now with his hands free, he greeted everyone.
It turned into a lively event.
The several following Duan Song were excellent disciples of the Ziyang Sect and were extremely warm to Su Mo, treating him not at all like an outsider.
In the midst of casual conversation, the four robust men beside them started to be quite meek.
They knew Su Mo and his group were not to be trifled with from the beginning.
But they did not expect them to be such big shots!
One was a disciple of the Lengyue Palace, while the other had extraordinary relations with the Ziyang Sect.
At this point, the leader had understood that, with Su Mo's martial arts, if he really wanted to save someone, his own men would not have died.
