Facing Jing Yuan's "murderous" glare, Mo Wang merely shrugged, picked up his glass of juice, and looked back innocently. The meaning was obvious: Who told you to scheme against me first? It was only fair to return the favor.
Beside him, Welt Yang adjusted his glasses. Looking at the former Luofu Sword Champion quietly sipping tea with an overwhelming presence, then at Jing Yuan's forced smile and resentful eyes, he felt that this scene was a little... excessive.
He could not help asking Mo Wang in a low voice, "So, Mo Wang, is it really appropriate for you to bring Miss Jingliu out so directly? The Xianzhou Alliance will probably be extremely displeased."
"Let them be displeased." Mo Wang took a sip of juice and replied indifferently. "They never intended to do anything to Jingliu anyway. She was going to be locked up regardless, right, General Jing Yuan?" He deliberately called Jing Yuan by name before continuing, "Besides, wouldn't it be nice to have Jingliu join our Stellar Train? Our combat power would go up another level. What a bargain."
Himeko and Welt exchanged a glance. Both saw the same complicated expression on the other's face, a mixture of helplessness, exhaustion, and here we go again.
It had been one thing when Mo Wang wanted to bring Sunday aboard. They had barely managed to tolerate him inviting the cosmic fugitive Boothill to join them last time.
But now, he had directly brought Jingliu—the Xianzhou Alliance's former most-wanted criminal, the previous Sword Champion, and now an Emanator of "The End"—onto the Stellar Train...
What? Since when had the Nameless become the universe's designated containment and reemployment agency for wanted criminals and high-risk individuals? Counting those Stellar Hunters who dropped by from time to time and acted like strangers nowhere, was the