As soon as Ji Jue finished speaking, everyone looked at him strangely.
With a polite but distant smile, Qiao Zirong said to Ji Jue, "Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Ji. The Merfolk King already told us."
Their party had one person skilled in formation arts and another versed in the five elements and eight trigrams and Strange Gates and Hidden Armor. Why would they fear being unable to repair a formation?
This time, Ji Jue was astonished. "You mean someone among you understands formation arts?"
Yun Huanling rolled his eyes. "Not just one. Two."
Ji Jue's eyes flickered. He had meant to make them abandon the Teleportation Array beneath the Black Dragon King's Throne, but his calculations had gone awry. Still, he felt no embarrassment and simply continued casually, "Then let's hurry to Black Dragon Prison. Aren't you trying to rescue the princess? As far as I know, she's being held on the sixth floor." Yes, they were going into Black Dragon Prison anyway, so he should still be able to accomplish what he wanted.
Although Mo Qi had gained a somewhat better impression of him, Ji Jue's appearance was still too abrupt. She could not bring herself to trust someone like him completely. Who knew whether he would stab them in the back?
"We never agreed to take you along."
He looked at Mo Qi with a wounded expression. "Seriously? You squeeze the information out of me, then kick me aside?"
"Take him along," Su Jiu said coldly. "Throw him out front to scout the way."
Ji Jue did not refuse. He merely pressed a hand over his heart. "Women really are cruel, making a poor little thing with hardly any cultivation scout ahead."
Mo Qi's expression turned fierce. "Keep spouting nonsense, and I'll tear your mouth