Hearing Guan Haoran's offer, Wang Jin felt a wave of bitterness in his heart.
If he were in his own world, without this damned Reincarnation Space, then if a major power wanted to recruit him, who cared whether they were evil cultists or grassland barbarians? He would have eagerly agreed long ago.
But the fatal problem was that this damned mission conflicted with it!
Then, however, an idea suddenly occurred to Wang Jin, and he began to ponder.
The mission required him to bring the list to Shaolin, but it never said he could not join the Northern Barbarians.
And even if it conflicted with the subsequently unlocked Mission Two, he could simply defect again when the time came.
By then, he would have gained the Northern Barbarians' initial trust. Perhaps there would be new opportunities as well.
But at that moment, a series of window-shattering sounds came from above the inn. Qing Ying, Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei, and even Ke Biqun, who had only just achieved minor success in Qi Accumulation, all leaped out at once.
They charged toward the pursuers outside the inn.
Even Ke Biqun's hair was still dripping with water. Though she wore fitted martial clothes, the curves visible in her movements made it clear that she probably had only this one set on her. She had likely grabbed the least restrictive clothes at hand and put them on as she emerged from her bath.
At the same time, Zhang Yuanshan's voice came from outside.
"Hero Wang, please hold off this expert and buy us time to scatter them."
With Jiang Zhiwei upstairs having opened her Ear Aperture, she naturally heard the commotion below clearly and had judged the situation.
The threat posed by over a hundred elite mounted archers was simply too great. They had