Leaving aside Zhao Yang and the others' roundabout return to China, let's talk about Chen Mo at this moment!
Watching Zhao Yang and the others gradually walk away, he rubbed the note between both hands, turning it into scraps that scattered across the ground. There was no way he would contact them. Even if they met again in the future, he would not meet them with this appearance. It was better to pretend this had never happened and simply wish everyone a safe journey.
It was not that Chen Mo did not want to be friends with people like Zhao Yang. They were all decent people. Even a White Lotus like Anna, though she sometimes had muddled thoughts, was reliable when it came to major matters of right and wrong.
For example, when he had talked with Zhao Yang the previous night, Zhao Yang had indirectly mentioned Anna. He told Chen Mo that when they had surrounded the two Westerners, Anna had charged forward without fear or hesitation.
Chen Mo understood what Zhao Yang meant. He wanted him not to hold a grudge against Anna. Although that woman had water in her brain, her heart was in the right place. Otherwise, Zhao Yang would have kicked her out of his team long ago. Still, once they returned to China, cooperating with Anna again would be nearly impossible. Working with such a scatterbrained woman would be utterly irresponsible toward safety.
So after Zhao Yang finished speaking, Chen Mo casually said that there was nothing worth caring about. As a Xiantian Master, there was no point in arguing over such things with a woman at the second level of the Houtian realm. Unless she crossed his bottom line, then dealing with her would only be a matter of convenience.
He turned and