Xiong Bei Ming ignored Ning Wuque's nonsense and fixed his gaze on Xu Yi. "Brother Xu, what do you think we should do about this? We'll go along with whatever you decide."
"What do you mean, take the helm? It's my business. Why would I need someone else steering me? You're overthinking it, Old Bear."
Ning Wuque said coldly, "Nobody's cutting off my chance at immortality." Of course, he knew what Xiong Bei Ming meant: he wanted to take a gamble. But this time, they were up against a high-ranked cultivator known as "Heaven's Will." Their odds of winning were just too slim.
"Quit making trouble. Boss Xu should make the call on something this important. That's the safest way."
Gold Corpse Old Cao remained as concise as ever.
Xu Yi smiled. "From the sound of it, you're all ready to take a gamble. That suits me just fine. Ning, if you keep spouting nonsense, I'll put you to sleep."
Ning Wuque was just about to bare his teeth when Gold Corpse Old Cao gave a soft snort. Only then did Ning Wuque shut his mouth.
Xu Yi continued, "Actually, once I set Heaven's Will aside, things are clear in my mind. They're just high-ranked cultivators. Those sent down to look for someone are bound to be bottom-rung stock, even if they're high-ranked. We may well have a fighting chance."
His analysis lifted their spirits a little.
After all, the four of them had fought their way up from the lower realm alongside Xu Yi. The peak cultivators of the lower realm might well stand against the bottom rung of the upper realm. Xu Yi had already pulled off that kind of feat several times.
"There's one more thing: they're in the open, and we're in the shadows. If we