Liu Sumeng had had worse. That's what he told himself as he sat quietly in the confines of darkness, listening intently to shifting of guards that occupied the entrance of the prison.
If his foes believed that the Ivory Sword Saint folded so easily because of the shocking revelation that Chen Anyue's puppeteer had delivered then they will be sorely proven wrong. To say that Liu Sumeng wasn't completely affected wasn't correct either.
But he maintained his cool, calmly calculating his next move. The only reason why he had been taken prisoner was because it was on his terms.
He listened to the commotion above. The voices were muffled through the thick walls and hushed tones Liu Sumeng stilled his own breathing and heartbeat so that there was no other noise or distraction that might keep him from hearing their discussion.
"Do you think that the Ivory Sword Saint is enough of a bait…?"
