Mo Wuwei's enmity with Su Xin was something they had all heard of, but aside from Fan Luojia, the other two had never imagined that Mo Wuwei's hatred for Su Xin had reached such a degree.
Erduo frowned. "Kill Su Xin? Setting aside whether Su Xin is so easy to kill, this is White Emperor City. Are we really going to waste a century's worth of opportunity on settling old scores?
"Besides, the grudge between the Golden Tent Khanate and Su Xin is not actually that deep. It isn't worth fighting Su Xin to the death here."
The White Lotus Holy Mother curled her lip. There was actually something else she had not said: none of those who could cultivate to the True Martial Realm were easy targets. Who would dare entrust their back to someone else?
Other than forces like the Heavenly Court and the Underworld, whose stances were entirely aligned and who could trust one another, even if the rest joined hands, they would only be mutually suspicious.
Just like when they had dealt with Zhao Wunian earlier: with an absolute advantage, there had naturally been no problem. But the moment they encountered even the slightest obstruction, their fragile alliance would scarcely be able to hold together for long.
Mo Wuwei said indifferently, "You need not worry about that. Go seek your opportunities as you please. Between opportunity and killing Su Xin, it is only natural for you to choose the former.
"All I ask is that you lend a hand at the proper moment. Rest assured, I will not use you as cannon fodder, because the first person to charge forward and risk his life against Su Xin will certainly be me.
"Indeed, I did not come to White Emperor City this time in search of opportunity.