"Brilliant!"
Su Mo looked at Yang Xiaoyun with some surprise: "Sister Xiao Yun, you really have hidden depths, mastering the essence of delivering the finishing stroke."
"It's mainly because I've been influenced by what I've heard and seen, plus... being good at thinking."
Yang Xiaoyun was quite modest: "I still need to learn more from Xiao Mo."
The two of them seemed to be complimenting each other, yet they actually tied up the Third Master's body in a reverse Si Ma style and casually broke his tendons in his hands and feet to ensure nothing could go wrong.
Poor Third Master, encountering such characters, even in death he found no peace.
After tying up the body, Su Mo casually carried it as if it was just a raggedy sack.
The two of them leapt out of the Jiaolong Association's main hall.
The Jiaolong Association's Water Fort was situated half in the water and half on land, just a few steps forward would lead one to the water.
