"Mo Pozheng, were you really kind enough to come tell us this?" Fan Zhuolang snorted coldly. "You just want to use us to save Kui Yong."
"That's right. I want to save the Ancestor," Mo Pozheng admitted outright. "I simply can't do it alone, so I want to borrow your strength. The Ancestor is already half-crippled, his very foundation damaged. Even if we rescue him, he'll probably have lost half his life. He shouldn't be able to threaten you anymore. As far as you're concerned, your greatest enemy now is Pang Ji."
"Do you hate Pang Ji that much?" Zuo Qiu Shu asked.
"Of course. Between him and me, one of us has to have the final say," Mo Pozheng said. "Before, Pang Ji had the upper hand because Pang Yi was a member of the Pang Family. Now that the Ancestor has emerged, we of the Tomb Clan are his most loyal subordinates. Without the Ancestor, my fate would probably be miserable. Especially if Pang Ji obtains the Ancestor's internal power, I won't escape death. If Pang Ji succeeds, you probably won't escape that outcome either. For now, our interests should be aligned."
"Pang Ji alone?" Huo Lian said coldly.
"Huo Lian, don't refuse to accept it," Mo Pozheng said. "The Pang Ji of today is no longer the Pang Ji of the past. He might not be as powerful as the Patriarch at his peak, but dealing with people like you should still be child's play."
"The truth of this still needs to be verified," Xuan Tu said.
"How could it be false?" Mo Pozheng roared at Xuan Tu. "Would I dare come here if it were false? I'm staking my own life as a guarantee. Doesn't that count as a show of sincerity?"
"Truth and falsehood-who can