"Don't worry. We're only here to scout. Group Leader Shi and the others will handle the fighting. So many people came all this way—it'd be a shame if we went back empty-handed, wouldn't it? If I really did that, I'd probably make the others jealous. Why offend people for no reason?"
Though Li Bai was young, he was well-versed in worldly matters and understood the stakes.
Everyone had dropped their pants, only for you to be the one who got lucky first. Wouldn't that just make people resent you?
Zhao Ziwu said with a wry smile, "I'm just worried you'll get into danger!"
He wasn't stupid, of course. He'd picked up on Li Bai's subtext. Li Bai really did have the ability to take care of those defectors from the Nine Provinces Xuan Association all by himself.
Birds of a feather flock together. Anyone who could be friends with the two dangerous Demonesses who had torn apart the entire Boy Scout Camp with their bare hands was definitely no ordinary person.
"Get into danger? No, no. I'm the danger!"
Li Bai pointed at himself.
"Little Friend Li has the skill to back that up!"
Old Tang, his most devoted fan, gave him a thumbs-up at once. He had the knack for playing along without any coaching.
"Can we catch up to Guo Qi?"
Zhao Ziwu didn't pursue the subject. Instead, he pointed to the footprints Li Bai had found.
They were traces left by Guo Qi, the former Renchen Hall Master of the Nine Provinces Xuan Association. If they weren't mistaken, he wasn't very far away.
He might not even have considered that anyone could track him by following the faint traces he'd left behind. He hadn't made any effort to erase or disguise his footprints or other traces.
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