"What is it?"
Gu Changqing cared greatly about Meng Qi's reaction. This young monk from Shaolin was not only outstanding in martial prowess; in every other respect, he was nothing like someone his age.
For him to suddenly lose his composure like this, he must have discovered something.
"Another one of my junior brothers has arrived. He had already returned to secular life when he came down the mountain this time, so it's even easier for him to conceal himself than it is for me."
Gu Changqing's conduct along the way had earned Meng Qi's trust and friendship. He was a passionate young man with a true heart of chivalry.
"Oh, a Shaolin lay disciple?"
"What should we do? With our current identities as horse bandits, it won't be easy to meet him. When we introduced ourselves before, we said we were newcomers from The Horde out seeking our fortunes. If another friend suddenly appears now, it may arouse suspicion."
"And if we don't discuss things with him, then if our operations clash, he could very well get caught."
Gu Changqing spoke with some concern.
This operation had already been exceptionally thorny, with an extremely high level of difficulty.
At a time like this, more helpers were not necessarily better. Too many people could instead create problems when it came time to retreat.
After all, there were too many horse bandits in Fish Sea, and most of them were interested in Meng Qi.
At present, dozens of horse bandit leaders with Seven Apertures or above had gathered in Fish Sea.
At a time like this, quality mattered more than quantity. They already had to rescue a junior brother who had not even opened his apertures, and now another lay disciple had appeared. By Shaolin lay disciple standards, he was likely