Hello there, loser
Jiang Guifan's expression stiffened slightly, but he said nothing. For some reason, ever since the five clans had chosen to lead their own teams separately and then reunited, he had felt that Nangong Hongye had become harder to read.
It was an instinct born of years spent together. Though subtle and unsupported by any evidence, it seemed to point to something all the same: the Nangong Hongye standing before him now was entirely different from the man he had once known.
At his words, Mao Wanchou could only laugh awkwardly. Scratching his head, he said with a bitter smile, "Brother Hongye is right. It's just that fellow holds a grudge against us. If we run into him and things get out of hand, a fight wouldn't exactly do us any good, would it?"
He spoke cautiously. Even when disagreeing, he managed not to make anyone uncomfortable. That was one reason the Gray Mouse Clan could overcome the other clans and become one of the newly recognized Ten Great Yao Races.
Jiang Guifan snorted. "It's fine. They wouldn't dare attack us outright—not unless they wanted to hand the Devil Race a golden opportunity to wipe the floor with all Ten Great Yao Races. If they did that, the blame would be enormous. Bi Fan couldn't bear the consequences!"
"True." Mao Wanchou smiled faintly and nodded, choosing not to say more.
"Brother Guifan, that kid isn't worth having the leaders of our five great Yao clans wait here for him, is he?" Dian Yinchen said with a light laugh. He was loath to grant Bi Fan that kind of respect. "I'm afraid such an honor might shorten his life."
"Mm. We came only to confirm whether it really was that fellow. Now that we've confirmed it, let's withdraw." He