"This is truly wonderful!"
Qin Shaofeng grew excited and said loudly, "Having the three of you secretly protect me is simply my greatest fortune. Of course there's no problem at all. Elder Mo, just give the orders. I'll do everything exactly as you require."
Mo Ya's old face reddened again.
Li Naling explained for him, "Shaofeng, the three of us old folks have enemies everywhere. Once we are discovered, you will inevitably be dragged down with us. Even if all thirty-some of us were added together, we would not be enough for them to pinch to death with one finger. When that time comes, you will only die because of our involvement."
"Prison Lord, there's no need to say more. Perhaps there truly will be a life-and-death crisis, but that amounts to nothing." Qin Shaofeng was resolute.
What a joke!
Outside, there was still a demonic-path mighty expert, Ximen Lingzhong, waiting for him.
And beyond that stood the Great Western Heaven, which would soon become his enemy.
If he could gain even one more assistant of such caliber, it would already be a tremendous blessing. Now at least three had arrived at once—why would he refuse?
"Since that's the case, then all of you can come help!"
After saying this, Mo Ya tossed the garments into the artifact-refining furnace one piece at a time.
The items were called out one after another.
Everyone began helping retrieve the materials.
Only after refining for more than half a day did he have Qin Shaofeng wield the Power of Space and pour it into the artifact-refining furnace for Mo Ya to use.
Next came his battle saber.
When the two items emerged from the furnace, Qin Shaofeng was so shocked he nearly lost the ability to speak.
The defensive power of that garment