Watching those figures leave, Li Mu, now familiar with the role he was about to play, immediately cupped his hands to the crowd.
"Friends of the jianghu, what comes next is the time for our Five Mountains Sword Sects and the Demonic Cult to settle our grudges. It has nothing to do with all of you, and I, Li, do not wish to drag you into it.
"We part here for now. The road through the jianghu is long. I hope that when we meet again, we can still drink and laugh together!"
Seeing this scene, many of those who did not understand what Li Mu was doing suspected there was something wrong with their ears. Did this mean they did not have to risk their lives against the Demonic Cult?
Qiu Changfeng, the most senior among them, was the first to react. He secretly calculated: What kind of "choice" was this? It was clearly a "death sentence."
The word "friends" was already hinting at things as plainly as could be. Since they were friends, naturally they could not abandon him in a moment of crisis.
No matter how nicely Li Mu phrased it, it could not change one fact: if they left this place now, they would no longer be "friends" of the Five Mountains Sword Sects in the future.
Anyone who understood the underworld language of the jianghu knew that since they were not friends, then when they met again in the future, they should not blame him for being ruthless.
They had just offended the Demonic Cult, and now if they offended the Five Mountains Sword Sects too, how were they supposed to survive in the jianghu from now on?
Once he sorted out his thoughts, Qiu Changfeng ignored what the others might think and immediately spoke