After a long while, Han Chengye and Ouyang Min let out sighs at the same time.
Han Chengye had reservations about Ouyang Min's suspicions, but perhaps Ouyang Min had indeed guessed the truth.
After all, anyone present could see how much Qian Ying valued the honey.
Forget it. If they kept thinking about this, they might both lose their fighting spirit.
The two looked at each other, both speechless. Such was the sorrow of being weak.
Therefore, if they wanted to increase their strength, they had to cultivate faster. Only by becoming stronger themselves could they claim a larger share in future competition. And now, they had an opportunity to raise their cultivation and strength.
"So, have you made up your mind?" Han Chengye looked at Ouyang Min and asked in a low voice. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists. The pressure from those two old men was simply too great. If only he were in their position.
Ouyang Min nearly agreed in a rush of excitement, but then he recalled the Line Reds flooding toward them while they gathered honey. Even Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing's domains had not lasted long. Then he considered his own Houtian Layer Ten cultivation. Trying to withstand attacks from so many Line Reds was simply unrealistic.
"I admit that honey is good stuff. For you and me—or rather, for every martial artist—as long as we have honey, increasing our strength will come naturally. But have you considered this? Even those two only obtained the honey after overcoming all those difficulties. Now you want to gather honey, but without their strength, how can we collect it without leaving our lives behind?"
Ouyang Min frowned, his hands trembling slightly. Whenever he recalled those Line Reds surging toward them like green waves, crashing over everyone wave