After spending many days together, Yang Wu had come to understand Tu Shan Jun's temperament.
He also clearly understood that Tu Shan Jun's chances of defeating Luo Manping were not great. Otherwise, Tu Shan Jun would not have used such a method to force Luo Manping back.
In Yang Wu's impression, Tu Shan Jun had always been someone who acted whenever he could, never wasting extra words.
Luo Manping had made no attempt to conceal his troop deployments. He was determined to trap the Ghost Saint here.
If this dragged on too long, their lives would instead be in danger.
Therefore, Yang Wu decided to throw himself into the game.
He had become someone extraordinary in order to protect his younger sister, and he also wanted Tu Shan Jun to leave safely and unharmed.
Luo Manping pondered.
Yang Wu truly was the most suitable candidate.
However, once the Ghost Saint was allowed to escape, their plan might be suspected of having leaked. But after undergoing the baptism, even if the Ghost Saint spread the news, no one would believe that Yang Wu was not the cult leader's offspring.
After thinking for a long while,
Luo Manping nodded. "Good!"
Rather than fishing for a needle in the sea, it was better to choose Yang Wu.
Luo Manping was very satisfied with Yang Wu's performance.
They needed someone like this to draw attention away from the true heir of the cult leader.
Luo Manping stepped aside and made a welcoming gesture. "Fellow Daoist, since this matter has nothing to do with you, you should leave."
A large hand landed on Yang Wu's shoulder.
A hollow, slightly hoarse voice sounded.
"No one among us is leaving first."
Yang Wu shuddered.
Anger surfaced on Luo Manping's face.
He had already made concessions, yet this