"Why did you infiltrate my Fire Tiger Clan? What are you plotting?" Yue Yuhan asked coldly.
"I was badly drained at the time and didn't want to clash with your people, so I was captured by them. What do you think I could have been plotting? Now that both sides understand the situation, let's part ways here." Lu Xiaotian shook his head. He led Heihu and Duming away.
"Wait. What happened before was a misunderstanding. Since all of us are trapped in this great formation and facing danger, we should join forces to weather the crisis before us. If I remember correctly, Xiewu fled in your direction. He must have fallen into your hands by now, hasn't he?" Lang Du stared at Lu Xiaotian with a half-smile.
Yue Yu's eyes were also filled with wariness. The two-headed demon hound's words should not have been baseless. Xiewu had clearly escaped by severing his tail, yet he had not appeared until now. Considering what the two-headed demon hound had said, there was an eighty- or ninety-percent chance that Lu Xiaotian had killed him.
"All the Spirit Transformation experts of the Scorpionfolk Clan have already perished, and we have no ties with Xiewu. Naturally, we have no intention of avenging him. However, since the things on Xiewu have fallen into Fellow Daoist Lu's hands and you have already gained enough benefits, you needn't covet the Scarlet Blood Flat Peaches on Yue Yu and me." Lang Du wore a faint smile.
"Very well. As long as you don't harbor any ulterior motives, we can naturally remain at peace with each other." Lu Xiaotian nodded. Lang Du's mind was truly no simple matter; with just a few words, he had pulled Yue Yu to his side. After all, they were both of the Demon Race.