Zhou Zixing looked up and saw Qian Ying's gaze fixed not only on him, but also carrying a trace of gloom.
His heart tightened, and he inwardly cursed. Qian Ying had seen his hesitation just now, so he must have developed some misunderstanding about him.
This was fucking helpless. If Chen Mo had not used some method to control him, why would he have been so conflicted?
All of this was Chen Mo's fault.
Yet he could not explain any of it. He could only say to Qian Ying, "All right, Elder Qian. We'll do as you say. I'll fully support it."
He thought to himself that, in any case, this had not been his idea. It had all been Elder Qian's idea. Hopefully, Chen Mo would not hold it against him later.
Of course, he also remembered that when they had first parted ways, Chen Mo had specifically told him that as long as nothing had been arranged in advance, he only needed to remain himself. So agreeing to Qian Ying now should not be a problem.
When the meeting came, he would simply adapt to the situation. If Chen Mo learned about it and wanted him to change something, they could discuss it then. After all, as a Xiantian Second Order Martial Artist, he could not possibly sway Qian Ying's thoughts.
Therefore, if Qian Ying's thoughts needed to be changed, Chen Mo would likely have to act himself.
Yes, that was it. It was happily decided, then.
"Good. Elder Zhou, let's return and find the team first," Qian Ying said with a nod after hearing Zhou Zixing's answer.
Naturally, Qian Ying would not reveal what he truly thought of Zhou Zixing.
After the two finished discussing matters, they swiftly headed toward the hills.
Although they did not know