Not Wanting to Become Daoist Master's Burden

But he still wanted to fight for it. Given his current predicament, the more helpers he had, the better he could withstand the risks.

So, ignoring Chu Fengping's merciless humiliation, he smiled at Yan Li. "Elder Yan, Senior Wu Zhaoxing is your friend. Could you let Senior Wu come with me?"

By naming Wu Zhaoxing first, he hoped the others would see that he still had experts on his side. He wanted to give everyone a little confidence, use one point to lead the whole picture, and win over as many as he could.

From another angle, it showed that he had no confidence in the people he had brought with him. Otherwise, he could have simply called them and left; there was no need to beat around the bush like this.

He was obviously one of your own men! Yan Li had the urge to roll his eyes when he heard that. But there was no helping it—he still had to play along and finish the act. He could not tear open his own paper window.

Chu Fengping had already turned a cold stare on Yan Li. I gave you face—are you trying to undermine me?

Yan Li understood what he meant. Expressionless, he said, "Friends are friends, but I cannot order him around either. I will not force him to do anything. Whether he is willing to leave with you is not for me to decide. Ask him yourself."

Niu Youdao turned and cupped his hands toward Wu Zhaoxing. "Senior Wu, I will fulfill the promise I gave you. I hope you will lend me a hand."

A promise? Wu Zhaoxing very much wanted to ask what nonsense he was spouting. What promise had you given me?

Chu Fengping immediately fixed his eyes on Wu Zhaoxing, seemingly issuing