"You really think too little of people!" Eight-tailed said indignantly. "Do you think I'm the kind of petty person who would sell out a friend for glory?"
In truth, she had struggled with it deep down.
When she and Lu Ye had worked together to approach the entrance to this level, she had considered whether to expose Lu Ye's identity and warn that Sun Tribe Hedao cultivator.
But she had not dared.
Because Liao Power still lingered in her wounds.
She had also sensed that Lu Ye had been guarding against her all along. At such close range, if she showed any ill intent, Lu Ye's thunderous strike would surely be the first thing to greet her.
Though most Demon Races excelled in their physical bodies, the Fox Race alone was an exception. With Liao Power interfering with her, she had no confidence in blocking Lu Ye's sharp blade.
Now, though, there was no need to hesitate any longer. She had cooperated with Lu Ye to break through the previous level and had even helped him kill the Sun Tribe Hedao cultivator. They truly had to weather hardship together now; there was no other way out.
Eight-tailed spoke with righteous indignation, but Lu Ye neither confirmed nor denied it. As for her elevating their relationship to that of friends... he would just let her say it.
Still, with a thought, Lu Ye dispersed the Liao Power lingering in her wounds.
No matter what, they were indeed in the same boat now. If Eight-tailed recovered from her injuries, having more strength on their side would ultimately be a good thing.
They continued onward.
Down.
Further down.
Ever downward!
Several days later, the two had returned to Level Fifty-One, where they had first met. Throughout the journey, Lu Ye had not stopped