Saint Slave Is Dead, First Pavilion Must Rise!
"Absolutely not!"
Without even listening, Water Ghost could guess a thing or two about Xu Xiaoshou's filthy little schemes.
He had never had the habit of truly joining anyone or selling his life for anyone.
Even in Saint Slave, he only held a nominal position. Why would he settle for second best, abandon Ba Zunan, and choose Xu Xiaoshou? "Whether I say it is my business. Whether you listen is yours."
Xu Xiaoshou was clearly impervious to reason and continued on his own, "Let's cooperate—First Pavilion Under Heaven and you personally. From now on, you won't have to watch his expression before acting."
As he spoke, Xu Xiaoshou glanced at Ba Zunan.
The latter's expression remained placid, without even a trace of surprise. He had clearly anticipated that someone would spout such wild nonsense.
Xiao Kongtong and Zhu Yike had already drawn closer.
Even Mei Suren had taken the initiative to come nearer, listening to the three men's conversation, moved by this blunt declaration.
It was far too direct.
Not even a hint of euphemism.
The moment his wings hardened, he wanted to set up his own banner?
Expectation filled Zhu Yike's eyes.
Xiao Kongtong secretly furrowed his brow, his thoughts elsewhere.
Mei Suren remained unmoved. His presence was the best lubricant; Saint Slave and First Pavilion Under Heaven would not dare fall out completely.
"Poaching right to his face?"
Water Ghost looked amused. After waiting a moment and seeing Ba Zunan say nothing, he said:
"Even if I leave Saint Slave now, the outside world will still see us as one. After this battle, Saint Slave and I are inseparable."
"So even if I leave, we'll still have dealings in the future. As for your First Pavilion Under Heaven, what exactly