"What's wrong? Brother Xue didn't we come here to deal with the Strange Spirit? Why are the two of you fighting each other here?"
The President of the Spirit Fighting Commerce, Wei Duzheng, was short and his old eyes occasionally sparkled with shrewdness. He evidently sensed the tense atmosphere in the venue and spoke up again.
The Spirit Fighting Commerce started as a trading company, and at least on the surface, many of its influential figures believed in harmonious prosperity. What they did in the dark was unknown to others.
So when facing figures of similar cultivation level, the President of the Spirit Fighting Commerce also showed this demeanor.
"It's good that you're here, Brother Duzheng. Help me judge this. This kid named Yun Xiao took the Wuyan Cloth related to my Wuyan Palace's Secret Treasure and refused to return it, while Master Xue insists on protecting him. Can this be justified?"
