Chapter 809: Golden Cup, White Blade
Yellow Beard couldn't be blamed for losing his composure; Ji Jue's generosity had gone a little too far.
It almost made Yellow Beard suspect that this bastard had been possessed by Deepdark. Otherwise, there was no way he would put on such an over-the-top act!
After all, Yellow Beard still vividly remembered how Ji Jue had dealt with Paquiao back then—he had picked him clean to the bone, not leaving behind even the tiniest scrap of grease.
And now, with such favorable terms laid before him, Yellow Beard found them difficult to believe.
No, what was your scheme?
What the hell did you want?
"Thinking it over carefully, ever since I met you, Great Craftsman, while we've both benefited from working together, you've also taken quite good care of me.
We've worked together for so long. Even putting everything else aside, surely there's at least a little friendship between us, right? The Hero King's relic is useless to me, and using it would be a waste. Better to return it to its rightful owner.
That's honestly what I think. There's no need for me to put on an act."
Ji Jue smiled indifferently, picked up the ring from the table, and tossed it over. "It just depends on whether you're willing to do me the honor of lowering yourself to befriend me."
The ring traced a dazzling arc through the air and landed in Yellow Beard's instinctively outstretched hand. As though it had sensed something, it began to tremble violently, humming without pause.
There was none of the lofty aloofness it had displayed in Ji Jue's hand. It was incomparably enthusiastic.
Its dormant spirituality awakened once more. A vague face faintly emerged before Yellow Beard, and the Hero King's phantom rose again.
After glancing