"What are you all staring at me for?" Luo Yan turned his head. Duan De and the other three were all watching him.
Duan De went without saying. That fellow had probably already decided he was an Ancient Great Emperor, but what were those looks from the other three?
Mo Xuan spoke. "Young Luo... fellow Daoist, if you have a way to cross these Yin-Yang Eyes, please bring it out."
This man's strength was unfathomable, and Duan De seemed to defer to him. The two could not possibly have come here without any preparations. Perhaps they had a way to cross this deathtrap.
Luo Yan did not respond. Instead, he told Duan De, "I'm going down for a look. Wait here."
"Down? Beneath the Yin-Yang Eyes?" Duan De guessed what Luo Yan intended, his eyes widening.
Suddenly, without warning, he hugged Luo Yan's thigh. Wearing a tearful expression, Duan De said, "Brother Luo, have you forgotten the oath we swore when we became sworn brothers? We asked not to be born on the same day, month, and year, but to die on the same day, month, and year! Though there's a vast gulf between our strengths, for your safety, Brother Luo, I'm willing to accompany you into this perilous place, however weak I may be."
The map had unrolled, and the dagger was revealed. All those words really meant just one thing: take me along!
Seeing Luo Yan remain silent, Duan De swayed his plump body. His ruddy face instantly turned deathly pale, and he desperately squeezed out two tears. "Brother Luo, you mustn't leave me here alone! I..."
Seeing that Duan De was about to keep playing the victim, Luo Yan could stand it no longer. "Fine, fine, fine! I'll take you with me. Happy now?"
If he let