Better to Do One Thing Less Than One Thing More

If Masked Man tried to turn the tables and run back here, then he would still pose a great threat to them.

Qin Xi said to Qirui, "This place of yours still isn't safe enough. Back when we were in Ao Xin's Dragon Clan territory, places like that were much safer."

Qin Xi had already made up his mind. After all, Qilin Island and the hidden refuge of Ao Xin's Dragon Clan were not especially far apart. If they arranged things properly, they could basically get Mediocre Death God there within a day.

After all, there were many Dragon Clan members living there in seclusion, and that place really was extremely unusual. Without the blood of the Dragon Clan's own people, no outsider could get in.

Masked Man had circled around that area before, but he had never had any way to enter.

When Qin Xi said this, Di Qun also agreed very much. But he still remembered how, when Di Qun, Qin Xi, and the others had escorted Mediocre Death God before, Masked Man had rescued him halfway through. He was also extremely worried about this problem.

He looked at Qin Xi and said to him, "Then we must send more people to escort him over."

Qin Xi had no objections to this. He said to them, "Since it's already decided, and it's still early—still morning—then we need to seize the fastest possible time and send Mediocre Death God over to the Dragon Clan's side."

As for Ao Xin's side, Qin Xi was not worried. They had been to the Dragon Clan before, and the Dragon Clan members all knew them. Even if Ao Xin was not there, they could completely send him over.

Afterward, they could have Ao Xin go to the Dragon Clan and arrange everything there