Qiao Ruohe took in the evasive glances of the four Black Mask Alliance dharma protectors. Heisong remained as inscrutable as ever, while Mo Ya, a grown man, looked almost as bashful as the third sister, Jingzhu, and Lingqu looked deeply apologetic.
By now, it was abundantly clear who was useful and who was not. Although Bingying repeatedly professed in his words that he wished to serve him as master, it was obvious he had no intention of relinquishing his original power. Yet everyone had their flaws, and he seemed to have a particular fondness for the nine-tailed fox, Bai Zhi.
For a fleeting moment, Qiao Ruohe considered playing matchmaker between the two to win the allegiance of the Black Mask Alliance. He had never harbored any ambitions for power, but now he was encountering an increasing number of formidable foes, and Kunwu Mountain was caught between the Yinshan Sect and the Burning Heaven Cult. How easy could it be to enter the mountains and retrieve the medicine?
Chapter 332