Quentin could barely speak. He stared at Li Ziran in disbelief, tightly clutching a White Slip worth just one hundred thousand Void Coins. He had indeed contacted a few people, but that last stubborn shred of reason had kept him from agreeing.
It was his sense of responsibility toward his friends.
Now, he was ready to go down fighting. Even if only a single Panda survived to carry on their legacy, he would kill those two bastards, Li Ziran and Cat Three.
Yet everything before him had left him utterly confused. These Pandas had undergone unusual physical changes. Their floating, unconscious state was not sleep-they were comprehending some profound Void Chains.
Li Ziran was probably the only person who could pass on Void Chains now, and he seemed to have finished modifying Quentin's tribe long ago. Even if Quentin failed to bring back a single Void Coin, his tribe had already received the benefits they deserved.
"What exactly are you trying to do? What's your relationship with Cat Three?"
Li Ziran smiled and shook his head. Whether this man could secure any Void Coins no longer mattered. Something had happened to Goni-he could feel it. Goni was the teacher who had guided him into the Void Expanse, and he cared more about that bond than about fragments of a continent.
Goni had given up the Six Flavors House and taught him the secrets of the Void. In truth, he had never been of the slightest help to Goni, yet Goni had given him everything.
More importantly, Goni had taught him how to survive in the Void Expanse.
Whenever he thought of Goni, Li Ziran felt grateful for his good fortune. Cruel as this world was, he always managed to meet people who genuinely wanted to help him.
He thought that