Invitation
Qin Zhao's brows had already furrowed.
Whether he believed it or not was not important. What mattered was that this thought had surfaced in his heart.
Once that thought appeared, he could no longer trust as wholeheartedly as before.
Before, someone could say, "Help me..."
Now, whenever he heard it, he would instinctively wonder whether they were trying to screw him over.
Shen Wuxiao smiled faintly. "Dog son-in-law, you know that the Yellow Robe Holy Lord and I are completely opposed to each other."
"The only thing that can connect us is the Dragon Breath Jade Plate."
Shen Wuxiao looked at him and smiled again. "Dog son-in-law, you are an expert, but compared to certain trusted subordinates of the Yellow Robe Holy Lord, you are not actually the strongest!"
"He could have sent a Martial Venerable, or even someone close to a Martial Emperor. So why did he specifically send you?"
"Could it be that by having you make a move, he was tacitly allowing you to break your master's position? Neutral? Heh heh!"
Qin Zhao's brows drew tight, his teeth clenched hard.
Although Shen Wuxiao was suspected of sowing discord, in this situation, it truly was so.
What Qin Zhao had done already counted as breaking his stance.
Even if, to those lofty figures, he was merely an insignificant nobody.
His master, however, had always remained uninvolved.
What exactly did the Yellow Robe Holy Lord mean?
Did he truly want Qin Zhao's hidden identity to help him, or did he want to strip away that layer of concealment for him?
And drag Star Abyss Enlightenment Hermit into the water?
"One Wang Feifan fell, and he actually had you fill the gap. How generous!"
Shen Wuxiao gave a cold snort and looked at the time. "About time. You should