Investigation of the Shadow Palace, the Senior Daoist's Fate

Under the allure of the golden mountain, Li Xiong's eyes were both blinded by the golden light.

The glittering gold ingots piled up, and he felt as though his intense fear of crowds had been cured!

Struggling to swallow, he said, "Consecrator, you seem to underestimate me, Li Xiong."

"You should know that the Misty Rain Building is like a child I raised from scratch, akin to my own flesh and blood. The inhabitants of the building are not mere assassins but my brethren, my beloved kin!"

"And so?"

Gu Lan arched an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that Li Xiong had hardened his stance.

A golden mountain couldn't sway this old fellow?

For a moment, Gu Lan almost doubted his judgment.

A hint of emotion flickered on the faces of the many assassins of the Misty Rain Building.

They hadn't expected their leader to resist the temptation and regard them as brothers.

But at times like these, even blood brothers could be bought.