Inside the vehicle, Zhong Yuanqiu sat with his eyes closed, his body pressed tightly against the seat. His expression was grave, and his eyelids twitched from time to time.
It was clear that he was not asleep at all. On the contrary, his mind was exceptionally active.
Gu Jing looked at Zhong Yuanqiu in confusion. After hesitating several times, he finally asked, "Old Zhong, are we really going to cooperate with Qi Zhen?"
Zhong Yuanqiu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and steady. "We need someone who can contact the Tianli Sect directly. Fang Mo is trapped in the Trial Area; he can only leave, not enter. We currently have no way to contact him, so we need someone to help us speak with the Tianli Sect!"
Gu Jing frowned. "There has been no news from Fang Mo since last time?"
Zhong Yuanqiu shook his head solemnly. "No news at all. If there had been, I would not be this anxious. The Mechanical Empire is about to make its move. We must obtain the Tianli Sect's support, or the Alliance will inevitably be completely occupied by the Mechanical Empire and spent as cannon fodder. We have no time to wait!"
"What if the Tianli Sect refuses?"
Gu Jing looked grave, with unease and hesitation in his eyes. "After all, we fought the Tianli Sect for so long and even defeated them, causing them devastating losses. Will they really let us off?"
"We have no other choice!" Zhong Yuanqiu looked at Gu Jing, his voice weary. "I had been waiting too, hoping that since the Mechanical Empire was using us, they would give us opportunities and help our civilization advance. But the facts have proven that the Mechanical Empire never regarded us as equals. They are only draining us dry!"