"My Uncle Master said that if our Grandmaster refuses, he'll defect from Huang Quan."
Ning Xuan grimaced. "I have no plans to join any sect for the time being," he said quickly.
Mo Ji spoke up, "Junior Martial Uncle, please don't be hasty. My Uncle Master said that's the last resort. He still has a master plan."
"What master plan?" Ning Xuan asked.
Mo Ji looked left and right, then whispered, "To sleep with... no, to persuade our Junior Martial Aunt."
"Junior Martial Aunt?"
"Yes, my Uncle Master also has a junior martial sister. Our Grandmaster is terrified of... I mean, he cherishes her the most."
Ning Xuan immediately shook his head. "Senior, you've misunderstood me. I only came here because Old Wang asked me to deliver something. I have no other intentions."
Old Wang's junior martial sister... she has to be at least seventy or eighty years old. Seeing the suggestive look in Mo Ji's eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine.
