Luohu and Yang Mei tore open space and shot straight toward Huoyun Cave.
Two streaks of flowing light, one before the other, swept across the shattered firmament of the Primordial Wilderness.
Neither of them spoke. Each remained silent.
Luohu suddenly slowed, traveling shoulder to shoulder with Yang Mei.
"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei."
Yang Mei turned his head and glanced at him.
"What is it?"
"I have a deal I'd like to discuss with you, Fellow Daoist."
"Speak."
Yang Mei spat out a single word, brief to the extreme.
"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, how about you and I join forces?"
Not the slightest change showed on Yang Mei's face, as if he had not heard those words at all. He still maintained his original speed.
Only after a moment did he slowly speak, his voice as still as an ancient well.
"Are we not joining forces right now?"
Luohu stopped and looked at Yang Mei.
On that wild, untamable face of his, there was none of the polite maneuvering he had shown when facing Hongjun. Instead, there was a rare, pure solemnity.
"Fellow Daoist, you know that is not what I mean."
"What I mean is, after we deal with Zhou Ming and those Witch Clan remnants, you and I join forces against Hongjun."
He said these words very directly.
Before an existence like Yang Mei, any probing or beating around the bush was an insult to both their intelligence.
Yang Mei stopped and faced Luohu from afar.
No emotion could be seen in his eyes.
"Why should I join forces with you?"
"Between you and me, we are enemies as well, not friends."
His question was direct, and also very realistic.
In the struggle for the Great Dao, all were enemies and foes. Where could allies come from?
"Hahaha..." Luohu