The mist spread out. After confirming once again that there were no Xia Jin troops nearby, Qianhuan asked tentatively.
"'Pen Name,' weren't you planning to surround me?"
He could tell that the other party seemed to have no intention of stopping him and Lin Yu from leaving.
The girl in blue standing opposite them—namely, the famous "writer" "Pen Name," also known as the renowned author Zuo Xi—heard Qianhuan's words and looked at him in confusion. She asked, "Why would you think that?"
"Because I'm standing with the Demon Race, while you should currently be a guest shaman of the human race," Qianhuan said seriously. "As far as I know, you aren't the kind of person who would show mercy in an instance just because of our friendship."
Upon hearing this, Zuo Xi slowly sighed. "You're right. I'm glad you know me so well, but... I'm not doing this because of our friendship."
"I'm only considering the current situation—have you thought about the clearance conditions for this instance?"
Qianhuan nodded. "Of course. Participating in three 'battles' isn't too difficult for me—and it's the same for you."
For veteran players, given the relatively undemanding clearance conditions, what they should really be considering was how to obtain greater benefits in each instance.
Zuo Xi nodded slightly. "Yes, the clearance conditions for this instance are easy to fulfill. Fighting on the front lines of the war in Black Marsh is certainly dangerous, but whether it's you, me, or even the 'Director' over there, as long as we don't do anything on the battlefield and do everything we can to ensure our own safety, surviving won't be particularly difficult..."
"So shouldn't you take this opportunity to expand your influence in Xia Jin?"
Qianhuan countered.
Zuo Xi looked at Qianhuan. "That isn't important to me. This