Song Wen suddenly recalled that Gou Jun's identity was that of a Rogue Cultivator.
So...
He had not suffered an unprovoked calamity—Yuan Rong had simply scored a lucky hit.
Song Wen could not help but entertain thoughts of leaving the group. Otherwise, even if his identity remained undiscovered, Yuan Rong would sooner or later toy him to death.
Perhaps seeing Song Wen's concerns, Yuan Rong's voice rang out again.
"Rest assured. So long as you bring back some useful information this time, I will treat everyone equally from now on and will no longer target you."
"This junior obeys. I will certainly do my utmost." Song Wen clasped his hands, though his expression was somewhat reluctant.
Naturally, he did not believe Yuan Rong's words.
Judging from Yuan Rong's previous actions, the man could be considered frank and forthright. But Song Wen did not dare entrust his life to another person's kindness.
As for the reluctance on his face, it was deliberate as well. If he appeared entirely willing, that would only arouse suspicion.
However.
Just as Song Wen finished speaking, Yongcheng Daojun's somewhat sinister voice suddenly rang out.
"Boy, do not try any tricks. The teleportation array disk is in my hands. If you leave and fail to return for a long time..."
A cold sneer curved across Yongcheng Daojun's face as he continued.
"I will ensure that you remain on this continent forever, never to return to the Eastern Profound Continent."
Song Wen froze slightly, then hurriedly said.
"Senior, please see clearly. This junior would never dare harbor any disloyal intentions!"
Yuan Rong suddenly waved a hand.
"No need to say more. Leave at once."
"Yes!"
Song Wen turned and left, clean and decisive.
Yet as he turned, his gaze casually swept over Yongcheng Daojun.
The teleportation array disk