Seeing that Tang Li and the others would not act until they saw the rabbit, Feng Zhuan knew that hiding things would not work.
The adventurer teams led by these people might not match the Purple Thorn Adventurer Team, but they were still among the best. They had plenty of experience and were certainly not greenhorns who could easily be fooled.
Normally, Feng Zhuan could rely on the Purple Thorn Adventurer Team's status and patiently haggle with them. But rescuing people was as urgent as putting out a fire, and not even a minute could be wasted.
Therefore, he had to tell them the truth—or at least part of it—and do so as vaguely as possible. In short, he had to make the urgent and serious situation sound less urgent and serious.
If he told them that the Purple Thorn Adventurer Team was suspected of having been ambushed by an unknown powerhouse in the Mount Jiang Li Range, with their survival uncertain, would that not be the same as driving these fellows away?
No matter how high the reward was, they still had to be willing to go.
It was not that these people feared death. Which adventurer team did not live by the blade? But if even the Purple Thorn Adventurer Team might have been wiped out, there was no way to count on these people.
Not fearing death was one thing. But knowing they would be moths flying into a flame—so long as they had a head on their shoulders, they would not wade into this mess.
Feng Zhuan spoke vaguely, but Tang Li and the others were not novices. They heard the danger hidden in his evasive words.
Tang Li and the others fell silent, secretly exchanging glances.
"Our Purple Thorn Adventurer Team has made countless fortunes