At that moment, even Wei Beichen could not help feeling a little puzzled.
Even if Luo Yi, in his other identity as the Flame Wave Mad Lion, needed to win the trust of the Demon Ancestors in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair, he did not have to offer up the three of them as a pledge of loyalty, did he?
As thoughts raced through Wei Beichen's mind, he suddenly recalled the glance Luo Yi had given him just before leaving.
After a long hesitation, he put away the Demon-Slaying Writ he had been on the verge of activating.
Beside him, Xiao Jinghong and Pei Jingqiu saw the whole thing. Their eyes filled with confusion.
With their lives hanging by a thread, why was he putting away the one thing that could save them?
From what they knew of their senior brother, Wei Beichen had always been known for his ruthless ways.
Of everyone in the Dao Alliance, he was the one who valued his own life most.
Even if he had changed lately, becoming almost selfless, surely he would not entrust his life to a stranger he had met only a few times?
"Jingqiu, Jinghong, don't rush. We don't need to use that yet!"
Seeing the looks on his junior sister's and junior brother's faces, Wei Beichen offered a reassuring smile but chose not to explain further.
After all, the blood-red robe he had once worn represented the pride that had once filled his heart beyond measure.
Array masters like them were best at using their brains against hulking fools who knew nothing but brute force.
Since that young man far surpassed him in the art of arrays, his plans and calculations would surely be more thorough than anything Wei Beichen could devise.
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