Li Lishi accepted immediately.
"That's good."
Su Mu nodded lightly and pushed his wheelchair out of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall. It wasn't until long after Su Mu left that Li Lishi let out a long breath; the pressure Su Mu gave him was overwhelming.
Amid the fine snow, Su Mu left Qingshui Town. After leaving the town, Su Mu confirmed that there was no one around and stood up from the wheelchair, a flash of spiritual light in his hand made the wheelchair disappear.
At the same time, Su Mu's facial features quickly changed quietly between the writhing of flesh, soon transforming his face and physique.
He walked leisurely along the official road for a while until horse-drawn carriages from a merchant caravan rolled over the snow. The flag with black characters on a cyan background for "Bai River" emerged from the snowstorm.
"Baihe Commerce Association? Seems like luck is on my side."
