"Tell me!"
A thoughtful look appeared in Mo Xinghe's eyes. He seemed somewhat tempted.
"Senior Brother, no matter how you look at it, Fang Mo is from the Galactic Alliance, one of the Thirteen Alliances. Wouldn't it be interesting to have him fight the people on the other side? A clash between members of the same race!"
A sly smile appeared on Bai Haizhou's face. The thought of people of the same race slaughtering one another seemed to delight him.
"Aren't you afraid Fang Mo will run over to the other side?"
Mo Xinghe looked at him.
"What's there to be afraid of? Doesn't he have friends? We can capture them, then place Restrictions on them. If he wants them to die, he can just run!" Bai Haizhou sneered, looking even more pleased with himself. "Besides, Fang Mo has a grudge against the Mechanical Empire. Otherwise, they wouldn't have used Jiang Yuanjiu to set him up. We don't have to worry about him defecting to the other side. Then he'll be attacked from both sides. Let's see how he handles that!"
Mo Xinghe's gaze flickered. He seemed somewhat tempted.
Bai Haizhou watched his expression, his eyes shifting. He lowered his voice. "Are you worried about Venerable Ling, Senior Brother? There's really no need. We suffered such heavy losses this time, and even Senior Brother Gu Yu was injured. Venerable Ling will have to consider what the sect's disciples think before trying to stop us. He wouldn't want to provoke everyone's wrath, would he? And if you can get Senior Brother Gu Yu on board, Venerable Ling won't be able to stop us either!"
Mo Xinghe's eyes flickered. "How necessary do you think it is? And how much could he change the situation?"
"Senior Brother, how can you be so muddleheaded?