Mo Wushuang entered the shop and immediately spotted the confrontation.
Shen Xiaohe was riding a Savage Ox. Of course Mo Wushuang knew where such a pairing had come from.
As for Cold Moon on the other side, the two of them had been spending more time together recently.
The main reason was, naturally, one simple truth: the enemy of my enemy is my friend!
Though in Jiang Feng's eyes, neither of them could remotely be considered his enemy—they were not even qualified—they still viewed Jiang Feng as a rival, as an enemy.
Under such circumstances, Mo Wushuang and Cold Moon, the only two experts remaining on the Earth Ranking, had gradually drawn closer together, whether as fellow sufferers or simply for mutual support.
"Oh? Junior Brother Cold Moon, what's going on here?" Mo Wushuang asked.
With his intelligence, how could he fail to see that Cold Moon had locked horns with the two Flame Clan members before him?
Mo Wushuang naturally knew the identities of the woman and the ox. In the hall these days, wherever divine beasts appeared, the Flame Clan was bound to be involved.
After all, all ninety-eight divine beast disciples of the outer sect were now members of the Flame Clan.
Cold Moon said nothing. He might be willing to band together with Mo Wushuang, but that did not mean he thought highly of him.
After all, Cold Moon did not even think much of Shi Baru, Jing Xingyuan, and the others. How could he possibly think highly of Mo Wushuang, who was inferior to them?
It was only because of the current situation, along with Mo Wushuang's initiative, that he had been associating more closely with him lately.
Cold Moon ignored Mo Wushuang, but the shop clerk beside them seemed to have grasped a lifeline,