Luo Huhong sighed with a wry smile, almost feeling sorry for Xue Yue, who was nearly played to death by Su Mu. There was no choice but to acknowledge it.

"Junior Brother Su, you played it too dangerously. You didn't give him even a sliver of Sword Maple, aren't you afraid of being exposed?" He spoke with lingering fear. If those core disciples hadn't found evidence of Xue Yue's crimes, it would have been Su Mu who suffered.

Su Mu just smiled noncommittally. For someone like Xue Yue, even catching a glimpse of Sword Maple was a blessing. To think he could obtain it? Not a chance.

Seeing Su Mu so calm, Luo Huhong raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Junior Brother Su, could it be that you calculated everything already?"