"Higher-ups are losing patience with our Capital City Martial Arts Association," the man declared gravely. "We need to minimize using our own resources."
The elderly woman's brow creased as she let out a sharp snort. "What excuse are they using now?"
A weary sigh escaped the man's lips. "They refuse to let any single organization dominate everything, you get it?"
Something clicked for the old woman.
Mr. River's previous message had been crystal clear—they wanted the Capital City Martial Arts Association's resources distributed.
"Got it." The old woman drew in a long breath.
"We can back any group whenever we choose."
"Plus... every sect out there has our people embedded."
The man gave a slight nod. "Good that you comprehend."
Rather than continue talking, the old woman shifted her attention to the Heaven Swallowing Python's head.
Minutes ticked by.
The old woman materialized in the Capital City Martial Arts Association's detention facility.
Phoebe Billy stood at her side.
