Mo Yuhuai only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
Not only did Qiann Yan think their cooperative relationship would be very solid, he also believed so. At least until they defeated Zhang Jinghao, they should not turn against each other.
"Little Grass, do you have any good ideas to deal with Zhang Jinghao?"
Qiann Yan: "Just rush up and kill him, what other good ideas do you need? With absolute strength, schemes are nothing but paper tigers."
"They have many people." Mo Yuhuai suddenly felt some regret.
This little grass seemed a bit reckless; rushing up directly to kill someone—brutal, brainless—can this cooperation really succeed?
Why does he already see his own end, melted by Zhang Jinghao for artifact refining?
Qiann Yan didn't dwell much on this issue. Instead, he asked: "Where is the Demon Abyss? Since there's nothing else at hand, I'll accompany you to the Demon Abyss to absorb the demonic qi there."
