"Mr. Taiyi, rest assured, the matters you entrusted will not go astray."
Wang Ba nodded slightly:
"Let it be so."
Tenth Son of Yin then looked at Wan Haisheng and nodded:
"Young Master Haisheng, please."
Seeing Tenth Son of Yin nod, Wan Haisheng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. His gaze quickly swept over Wang Ba and Tenth Son of Yin without a trace, his smile growing even wider before he raised his hand again in invitation.
Wang Ba, however, did not move immediately. His gaze passed over the surrounding Wan Family cultivators, focusing on a tall cultivator in the crowd whose face looked somewhat unpleasant.
On his calm face, a faint, mocking smile suddenly appeared at this moment.
Just like the look on the tall cultivator's face before.
Then, his figure flashed and he flew towards the distance.
At this moment, the tall cultivator in the crowd had a face like iron.
