Lin Baichuan naturally did not believe he possessed the strength to stand against the Myriad Races all by himself. Just as Mu Qingyun had said, he feared no one in a one-on-one fight; what he feared was them playing tricks and schemes.
This world possessed all manner of strange treasures and secret arts, which might not amount to much when used in a head-on battle.
But when it came to plotting and scheming, it was completely different. They truly might be able to trap him.
The competition for the Tongtian Tower would be unimaginably fierce. At that time, let alone being trapped for ten days or half a month—even three to five days would be enough for the yellow flowers to wither.
There were only a thousand spots in total. If he delayed for three to five days, what would be left for him?
As the saying went, one hero needed three helpers. He had previously agreed to cooperate with Xia Langtian, but to be honest, Xia Langtian's strength would not be able to help him much.
But Mu Qingyun was different.
Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Baichuan's mind. He looked at Mu Qingyun, nodded slightly, and said, "All right, I can cooperate with you and join forces against our enemies, but I also need to bring someone with me..."
"Brother Lin, you mean Xia Langtian, the Seventh Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, right?"
Mu Qingyun seemed very familiar with Lin Baichuan's affairs. He even knew about Xia Langtian and immediately saw through Lin Baichuan's thoughts.
"Brother Mu, you certainly know quite a lot about me."
Lin Baichuan raised his brows and chuckled.
He was no fool. He knew Mu Qingyun must have investigated him.
With the Myriad Wood Holy Land's strength, it would not be difficult to learn