Chapter 12. A Late-Blooming Thief Is All the More Fearsome (1)

At the heart of the Central Plains, in Hefei, Anhui Province.

It had been a long time since the gathering of elders dispatched by the various sects and clans to strengthen their ties had lost its original purpose, dating back to the founding of the Martial Alliance.

“Kha-ha! Have another drink!”

“As expected of the Tang Clan!”

“What’s this much to you? Besides…”

Only Tang Ga-wi, the Alliance’s dispatched elder from Sichuan’s Tang Clan, remained true to his duty.

As he discreetly pulled a small pouch of medicine from his sleeve, an elder dispatched by the Kongtong Sect snatched it in a hurry.

“Ahem… I’m always grateful.”

“What’s there to thank me for? Try mixing it into your liquor later. You’ll probably… like it even more.”

“Thank you for your consideration. Heh heh.”...