Fang Mo told Bai Wuchen all about the mecha's features, its methods of attack, and the weaknesses of mecha combat.
After all, he came from a technological world, and the Galactic Alliance had mecha too. He certainly knew more about them than Bai Wuchen did. The conflict between Tianli Sect and the Mechanical Empire had ended ten thousand years ago, and much of the information might have been forgotten or even lost.
Bai Wuchen occasionally raised questions of his own. He had gained some experience fighting mecha as well.
Fang Mo answered each one. He had no way back now.
Only by dealing with the Mechanical Empire might they be able to resolve the Galactic Alliance's crisis. From the messages Ying Wu had sent, Elder Zhong seemed to have made preparations as well. By not letting them return, and ensuring Fang Mo had no worries behind him, he seemed to be placing his hopes in Fang Mo.
At least for now, the goodwill Tianli Sect had shown him gave him hope.
Besides, he was laying the groundwork in case the truth came out. If the Galactic Alliance's situation was exposed and their identities discovered, then at least he would have some credit to his name and might avoid being punished by Tianli Sect.
Still, he had his concerns. So far, he hadn't revealed anything about the Galactic Alliance.
"Why do you know so much about the Mechanical Empire?"
Bai Wuchen suddenly stared straight into Fang Mo's eyes, as if he could see right through him. Fang Mo vaguely sensed his aura locking onto him. He knew that if he answered poorly, Bai Wuchen might well attack.
These cultivators could be chatting happily with you one moment, then attack the next.
Fang Mo's heart tightened. As expected, he'd said too much,