The Southern Border, in the great hall of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.
Lü Yang's expression was calm. He looked up at Long Yue and chuckled. "Now that we're done with the trivialities, it's time we discussed official business."
Long Yue froze. 'Official business?'
A second later, she realized what Lü Yang meant by "official business." It was nothing more than the so-called abduction of commoners from the South. Was something like that even worth discussing?
Wasn't a slap on the wrist enough?
But her thoughts quickly turned. She believed she understood Lü Yang's angle—this must be a special task assigned by Demon-Vanquishing Perfected.
