Ping Peng remained skeptical.
His eyes rolled, and he clasped his hands behind his back.
"You two must be joking. How could I possibly join you?" Ping Peng said with a smile that barely concealed his menace.
In the past, he wouldn't have dared speak to Xuan Feng and Yun Zhongjun like this.
But now, he had two spiritual treasures, and Fu Qu, a Quasi-Saint, stood behind him. That made him much bolder.
"Of course it's true! Ping Peng, do you know that many members of the Demon Race have come to regard Li Mo with fanatical devotion? Another group supports the Heavenly Emperor. In that case, if you stir things up from within, and considering that Li Mo himself seems intent on overthrowing the Heavenly Emperor, he'll probably use this opportunity to go to war with him.
"I think the two sides will surely end up badly wounded, and then the Witch Clan will take advantage of the situation!
"And you, as the force hidden in the shadows, will seize the final moment to bring both the Witch Clan and the Demon Race completely under your control.
"That's why we think the Demon Race has no hope left.
"We want to find a strong ally, and you're just the ally we need."
Xuan Feng laid out the situation clearly.
At his words, mana began to ripple in Ping Peng's hand.
Xuan Feng and Yun Zhongjun, both sharp-eyed, noticed it at once.
They exchanged a glance and raised their guard to the highest level.
"Lu Wu! Is what he said true?"
The moment he said that—
The atmosphere in the cave shifted.
"What is it, Ping Peng? We've known each other for a long time. Do you really think you can't trust me?" Yun Zhongjun's voice turned cold.
"I had