Xiao Qiushui lay back flat, feeling this one was in the bag. Though he had no idea where Zuo Lengxie had gotten the clout to invite two grandmaster-level experts, he had to admit—the surprise had come at exactly the right time.
The three grandmasters from Bliss Dao and the Demon Race had fallen in short order. Clearly, both the monk and the Daoist had trump cards up their sleeves. Xiang Wentian and the Saintess did have some skill, but there was no way they could keep winning battle after battle.
The two of us are bound by Xiang Wentian and can't betray our oath to turn from darkness to light. The sensible thing now is to lie still and wait for Xiang Wentian to be executed.
Once that bastard Xiang dies, not only will the Primordial Spirit oath vanish in an instant, we'll get our storage rings back too.
Even if that bastard keeps winning, we're bound by a Primordial Spirit oath and owe him a mountain of money. he won't kill us anyway.
Either way, we win. This is what you call a double win!
Xiao Qiushui shifted into an even more comfortable position, utterly at ease in his decision to give up, then shot Xiao Feng a look, asking how his elder brother's brilliant scheme was.
Big Brother, you don't know—Xiang Wentian isn't just Xiang Wentian. He's fucking Feng Wenshu too. If he dies here, I won't have to repay that assload of debt I owed before either.
Xiao Feng did not cry this time. Instead, a smile that had tasted bitterness before sweetness spread across his face, as if to say that Big Brother was being too modest. How was this merely a double win? They had won so hard it was absurd!
In short, Big Brother