Sun Yixie, Huang Donglai, and Lei Buji were preparing to leave with the chest of silver.
And just at that moment, Zhao Tiaotiao, who was usually not very talkative, suddenly spoke up to stop them: "Gentlemen, please hold on."
They couldn't just ignore his words.
After all, Zhao Tiaotiao was a "swordsman"-level expert in the greenwood of the Dao and considered a top-notch fighter in the martial arts world, much more formidable than Ma Zhao. If he wanted to detain the trio of Sun, Huang, and Lei, he certainly could.
"Senior, may I ask what further advice you have?" Sun Yixie actually had an inkling of what the other party intended but still pretended to be clueless on the surface and asked anyway.
"I'd like to ask again..." Zhao Tiaotiao said, "Master Sun, the words you said earlier, that 'fighting in the contest was to teach Song Xiang a lesson on behalf of the villagers,' was that the truth?"