Capítulo 1501: 671 Motive_1

The four leaders stood outside the grand hall, their expressions varying under the night sky.

As always, Green Dragon was stone-cold, Vermilion Bird's face looked grave, as though deep in thought, while White Tiger leaned casually against a pillar, looking to the sky with an air of nonchalant elegance.

Divine Art, usually inconspicuous, was now standing dutifully as guard.

"Vermilion Bird." The Holy Master's voice echoed from inside the hall.

Subconsciously, White Tiger glanced towards Vermilion Bird and Green Dragon.

With no sidelong looks, Vermilion Bird stepped straight into the hall.

After the door was closed, White Tiger sidled up to Green Dragon with a smirk, "It seems that the Holy Master still trusts Vermilion Bird the most. Green Dragon, don't you feel wronged?"

In Green Dragon's hand was a small knife, rapidly flipping between his fingers, creating a sequence of after images that made White Tiger's scalp tingle.