The moment the Purple Winged Blade Emperor said this, Yu Lei and Hazy Moon both froze, their gazes turning toward him.
Purple Wing, however, remained expressionless. He merely looked quietly at Fang Mo, showing none of the so-called fear or panic—only calm composure, or perhaps control, as if he had seen through Fang Mo completely.
Their gazes met, and both revealed puzzled expressions.
Fang Mo looked calmly at Purple Wing, yet inwardly, he was somewhat surprised. Purple Wing was smarter than he had imagined; perhaps he had seen through his arrangements.
No, perhaps he had not seen through them. Perhaps he merely suspected something, or was simply testing him.
Though Purple Wing appeared calm, believing he had seen through all of Fang Mo's plans, and his aura remained steady, Fang Mo was no ordinary being. Even the flow of Purple Wing's blood could not escape his notice.
Purple Wing was not as calm as he appeared. It could be said that he was putting up a bluff.
Ridiculous. He wants to seize the initiative!
Fang Mo found it amusing. Purple Wing still wanted to play such tricks, yet he did not know that at this stage, what decided everything was strength, was power—not these schemes and calculations. Those were things only the weak relied on.
The air congealed, as though time had stopped.
Even the hands Yu Lei and Hazy Moon used to hold their cups trembled slightly. Inwardly, they cursed Purple Wing for playing mysterious games. If they were discussing cooperation, then discuss cooperation—why put on such a profound act right from the start? Did he not consider who stood before them?
They feared Fang Mo would turn hostile. They were currently within the other party's domain of will, no different from lambs awaiting slaughter.
Purple Wing was even