"Senior Brother Ye, won't you reconsider?
"Surely you've seen it for yourself these past few days. The martial artists native to the True Dragon Continent don't treat us as fellow disciples at all.
"Those of us from the Shattered Lands have to stand together. Only then can we survive more easily on the True Dragon Continent and in the Desolate Sect.
"So please, Senior Brother Ye, think it over once more!"
Meng Fan urged him again, his expression earnest.
He knew his own strength. Hoping to gain anything from this Hunting Tournament by himself was a fool's dream.
Even the weakest Wasteland Beast was beyond him.
That was why he had come to Ye Yun, hoping they could form a team.
He had also contacted several other martial artists from the Shattered Lands.
Faced with Meng Fan's renewed appeal, Ye Yun was at a loss for an answer.
He had already decided not to team up with anyone else.
But Meng Fan was a fellow martial artist from the Shattered Lands, and Ye Yun found it difficult to keep turning down his invitation.
After weighing it over, Ye Yun said, "Junior Brother Meng, how about this? There are still five days until the Hunting Tournament begins.
"Give me time to think it through. I'll give you an answer on the day it begins. How does that sound?"
Understanding flashed through Meng Fan's eyes at Ye Yun's reply.
He could already hear the faint refusal in Ye Yun's words.
Ye Yun was probably only avoiding an outright rejection to spare his feelings.
With that thought, Meng Fan rose and cupped his fists to Ye Yun. "In that case, I won't disturb you any longer, Senior Brother Ye. I hope you'll give my proposal careful thought, for the sake of our shared