Sun Yixie had not paid much attention to the matters of Jianghu for quite a long time, so his conversation with Tang Weizhi was like catching up on a missed class.
Jianghu is a fascinating place. When you are in it, you often feel involuntary, but once you have been away for a while and hear about it again, you start feeling restless and eager to engage.
Sun Yixie sat there, engrossed as Tang Weizhi talked about various Jianghu anecdotes from the past six months, and before he knew it, nearly an hour had passed.
During this time, Mr. Xue came in to check once, mainly to see if the young master had already been killed. However, upon entering, Sun Yixie informed him that the highly skilled Mr. Tang had already become the head of the security team at the West Lake Elegant Seat.
This made Mr. Xue feel even more that Brother Sun was unfathomably profound, as he could not understand how this arrangement had been agreed upon.
And as for Tang Weizhi, he was in high spirits too.
