Contest for Attaining the Dao, Undercurrents Surge

Luohu and Yang Mei tore through space and headed straight for Huoyun Cave.

Two streaks of light flew one after the other across the shattered skies of the Primordial Wilderness.

Neither of them spoke, each remaining silent.

Luohu suddenly slowed down and flew alongside Yang Mei.

"Yang Mei, my friend."

Yang Mei turned his head and glanced at him.

"What is it?"

"I have a deal I'd like to discuss with you, fellow cultivator."

"Speak."

Yang Mei uttered a single word, curt to the extreme.

"My friend Yang Mei, how about you and I join forces?"

Yang Mei's expression did not change in the slightest. As though he had not heard the question, he continued at the same speed.

Only after a moment did he slowly speak, his voice as still as an ancient well.

"Aren't we already joining forces now?"

Luohu stopped and looked at Yang Mei.

The false civility he had shown before Hongjun was gone from his arrogant and unruly face, replaced by a rare, unadulterated solemnity.

"My friend, you know that isn't what I mean."

"I mean that after we deal with Zhou Ming and those remnants of the Wu Clan, you and I should join forces against Hongjun."

He said it very directly.

Before someone like Yang Mei, any probing or beating around the bush would be an insult to both their intelligence.

Yang Mei stopped as well, facing Luohu from afar.

No emotion could be seen in his eyes.

"Why join forces with you?"

"Between us, too, we are enemies rather than friends."

His counterquestion was direct and realistic.

In the struggle for the Great Dao, all were enemies. Where could allies come from?

"Hahaha..." Luohu threw back his head and laughed, the sound causing the surrounding space to distort.

"Enemies rather than friends?