Martial Soul: Be a Saint

As soon as he said that, Yang Ziyi immediately revealed a hint of vexation. He looked at him with regret, and said meaningfully: "Ah, my son! Why are you so foolish? Our ancestors spent hundreds of years to develop the Wu Clan to its current state. What can you do in a month? Aren't you giving up your position? "

With that said, Wu Hao smiled at her and replied: "Mother, only under pressure will there be motivation. Don't worry, your son knows what to do!"

Things had already happened, and even if he wanted to save them, it would be of no use. After all, he was very clear about the character of the Wu Clan's Ancestor.

When Wu Hao returned to his room, he did not rest or train immediately. Instead, he sat on the side of the bed, organized his thoughts, and finished organizing his plans.

All in all, his plan had been preliminarily implemented and was beginning to take shape. Everything was progressing according to his plan, and he was just waiting for the development of the situation. It was already late in the night, so nothing was as important as training.

As the night grew darker, within the Qin Ying Jadeite Stone Gambling Bank, Qin Long who had been waiting for a while suddenly received a report from his subordinates that he had failed the mission.

At this moment, there was a man in black kneeling in front of him. His head was lowered and his body was trembling with fear.

"Trash, a bunch of trash. If you can't stop a single person, what else can you do?" Qin Long crossed his hands behind his back, while walking back and forth in front of the other party, his face dark and gloomy.

That was the harvest that Qin Ying had gotten over the past few years. He had lost it all. How could he be in a good mood right now?

"Second Master, it's really because that Bai Yi Scholar is too strong, we were already injured by his soul consciousness before we could even get close!" The man in black replied, trembling in fear.

"Hmph, useless thing, you're still trying to justify yourself!" Qin Long didn't even give him a good face, and his expression became even more gloomy.

"Go, I don't care what method you use, find out the identity of that brat …" Qin Long immediately ordered him in extreme anger.

At the same time.

Gu's gambling den, VIP area.

She had been waiting for news from the butler Gu Shiya. When she finally came back, she asked him rather eagerly when a butler dressed in night clothes entered in a flash: "Butler Li, how was it? Did you find out where the scholar went?"

"Reporting to the young mistress, this subordinate lost it!" When her housekeeper heard this, he dejectedly replied.

"What?" Lost them? "

Hearing the butler's words, Gu Shiya frowned, she looked at him suspiciously, and asked: "Didn't you engrave the tracing imprint on his money box, why did you lose it?"

Miss, that brat is too cunning. The tracing imprint left behind by this subordinate was discovered by him, and without batting an eye, he was thrown into the imperial city's moat, causing this subordinate to think that he had escaped into the river! Li Tian gnashed his teeth as he replied.

For this matter, he even sneaked into the moat to pick up the piece of wood that he had engraved the tracing imprint on.

"In the capital, just which family's young disciple would have such great skill and wisdom?" She thought to herself.