Ran Deng looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared, frowning slightly. No one knew what he was pondering behind those cold, gloomy eyes before he finally said sinisterly, "I've seen you before."
"Amitabha."
"This humble monk is Jianan, disciple of Maitreya. Greetings, Senior Ran Deng."
As he spoke, Wang Ye pressed his palms together and earnestly, respectfully greeted Ran Deng.
Ran Deng sneered. "Maitreya?"
"Heh, I never expected him to have raised such a fine disciple."
"Such dense vitality. Why not offer it up to your senior today? Today truly is my lucky day."
Ran Deng stared at the inexhaustible vitality surrounding Wang Ye, the greed in his eyes practically tangible.
If he devoured all three of them today, his strength might truly rise to another level. By then...
For a moment, Ran Deng became excited.
His covetous gaze remained fixed on Wang Ye. As for the other two...
They were already severely wounded and had no chance of escape, so they could practically be ignored.
Wang Ye froze.
This guy...
Wasn't Maitreya his ally?
The kind of solid ally he could explore with and scheme against others alongside. Why did this seem... somehow wrong?
He was really going to attack him just like that.
There was no hint of a joke in it. Wang Ye could even sense resentment gathering in the darkness, ready to strike at him at any moment.
Too insane.
As expected of evil intent.
"Senior Ran Deng, this humble monk merely came in goodwill to deliver a message on behalf of my master."
"Is what you are doing not somewhat improper?"
Wang Ye's expression instantly turned cold as he looked at Ran Deng and spoke. His face was filled with displeasure, but no fear, as though he possessed some sort of trump card.
His