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As one of the signature restaurants in the Heaven Lake Town, usually, the Grand Banquet Hall was bustling with noise and excitement at this time. Today, it was obvious that there was something out of the ordinary.

A dozen or so men in black uniforms stood guard at the entrance. The uniform symbol on their chests allowed people to see where they came from at a glance — Chasing Cloud Pavilion.

On the second floor, there was a table near the window that was full of delicacies. However, the elders of the Cloud Pursuing Pavilion were not interested in it. On the contrary, Mo Li was sitting across from Nan Zhenli, stuffing himself with food without caring about his image.

"Hehehe …" I have long heard of Young Master Mo Li's great name.

Nan Zhenqiang was all smiles, but there was no criticism in his words.

"I would rather South Pavilion Master not know my name. This way, we might have a chance to become friends in the future!"

"Friend? As long as Master Mo Li is willing, I am willing to make you a friend! "

Nanzhen's words were flabbergasted to the ears of all the elders in the Cloud Chasing Pavilion.

Even though the atmosphere at the table wasn't that bad, everyone here knew that the grudge between the youth and the Cloud Chasing Pavilion wasn't something that could be resolved with just a few words.

First, he had killed the two reverends that the Cloud Pursuing Pavilion had left behind in the Feral Tiger Mercenary Company, then he had killed an early stage sect elder, and then he had severely injured the pavilion master's only son! With all these grudges added together, how could the Pavilion Master be willing to reconcile with this youth?

"Oh? Is the Southern Pavilion Master's heart really this broad? "

Mo Li looked at Nanzheng in shock, as if he had misheard something.

"Hahaha …" For a young genius like Young Master, I am naturally willing to befriend … Although there is some misunderstanding between the Cloud Chasing Pavilion and the young master, it is not a great grudge after all. "As long as young master is willing to join our Cloud Pursuing Pavilion, we will all be on your side. There's no need to take previous grudges to heart …"

The crowd finally understood what Nan Zhenqiang meant.

He was trying to pull Mo Li over.

Thinking about it carefully, if the opposing youth was truly willing to join the Cloud Chasing Pavilion, it wasn't an unacceptable solution.

Without a doubt, this youth's strength was powerful. Moreover, he was proficient in multiple attributes of battle qi. If he could absorb them, his future prospects for growth would be limitless. If the youth was willing to give his training method to the sect, then it would be even more perfect.

The idea was good, but who was Mo Li? He was a disciple of the Xue Yu, the young master of the Aura Sect!

Xue Yu was transcendent of the mundane world, so where would the disciples who walked out of it not raise their heads and puffed up their chests? Not to mention Cloudseeker Pavilion, even Water Cloud Sect Mo Li, who was standing behind it, couldn't stand to watch.

"Thank you for your kindness, South Sect Master. It's just that I'm used to being free and unrestrained, and do not like the restrictions, so I can only disappoint you …"

Nan Zhen Li maintained his smile, but his eyes became colder.

"Young master Mo Li really doesn't want to think too much?"

"No need, I will never change my decision!"

Mo Li looked fearlessly into Nanzhen's eyes. The atmosphere on the second floor of the Grand Banquet Building seemed to darken as the two people's auras intertwined.

"Kid!" Don't be so shameless! Who do you think you are! "

The old man with short hair beside Nanzhen was overjoyed upon hearing Mo Li's rejection of the Pavilion Master's request. He was one of the people who participated in the fierce battle in the alleyway. The four brothers had gone along well in the Hall of Cloud for so many years, but their only loss was when they surrounded and annihilated the youth in the alleyway. Their boss had also died miserably at the hands of Mo Li.

Mo Li's gaze moved to the short-haired elder as he squinted his eyes.

"It's you?" Why … You want revenge? "

It was better if Mo Li didn't mention it. The hatred in the short-haired elder's heart quickly surged.

The short-haired elder jumped to his feet. Before he could do anything, he felt his throat tighten.

Mo Li's body had already left his seat and moved to the side of the old man. His right hand was tightly holding the old man's throat!

The expressions of the people from the Cloud Chasing Pavilion changed drastically. They all stood up from their seats, holding their weapons and being on full alert.

"Kid!" Let go of Patriarch Qi! "

"Stinking brat, do you want to die!?"

Ignoring the rage of the people from the Cloud Chasing Pavilion, Mo Li used one hand to slowly lift up the short-haired elder's body.

"I heard you were going to chop off my head the last time I fainted?"

Mo Li's strength gradually increased, and his voice was icy cold.

Nan Zhenli sat at his original position and stared at the youth. Perhaps only he could clearly see Mo Li's speed!

Nan Zhenli's expression was solemn all the way until the short-haired elder's face flushed red before he faintly spoke, "Young master Mo Li, my subordinates are not sensible, but for you to do this …. Could it be that you want to start a war with us, the Cloud Pursuing Pavilion? "

In this hall, besides Nanzhen, there were also fifteen inner court elders of the Cloud Pursuing Pavilion. Each of them was at least at the Core Formation level!

"Since South Pavilion Master has spoken, I'll let him live!"

"Bang!"

Mo Li casually tossed the short-haired elder's body out of the room and smashed a nearby table before the elder stood up shakily with a red neck.

Nan Zhenqiang glanced at his disgraced men and slowly got up.

"You are indeed strong, but... You keep finding trouble with my Cloud Chasing Pavilion, and this debt … It's time for us to start calculating! "

"Calculate?" Mo Li was so angry that he laughed instead, "At the beginning, it was your son that caused trouble for me. Later on, it was you who controlled the Feral Tiger Mercenaries. Now you want to settle the score with me? Great! I want to see how you calculate it! "

With the golden sword suddenly in hand, Mo Li's imposing manner was released without restraint. The inner court elders of the Cloud Chasing Pavilion actually retreated under the oppressive aura.

Core Formation!

Nan Zhenqiang's pupils contracted, and the hand behind his back involuntarily clenched into a fist.