At this moment, Uncle Long, who had been detained nearby, suddenly spoke: "Black Wind Ridge? Are you sure you want to go there?"
Zhang Yang glanced at him: "Why, do you know something?"
Uncle Long smiled: "Black Wind Ridge is indeed remote, but it's also dangerous. I've heard there are wild beasts and miasma inside."
"However... if the Qingyi Sect really set up their base there, it makes some sense."
"What do you intend to do?" Zhang Yang looked at him warily.
"I don't intend to do anything. I just feel that we're all in the same boat now, should share adversities, right? After all, I'm tied up by you guys, so where we go doesn't matter to me." Uncle Long said with a cheerful tone.
Zhang Yang thought for a while. Uncle Long, though crafty and sly, might know the geography of the East River better than they do. Bringing him along might prove useful.
So he nodded: "We can take you, but if you dare play tricks, don't blame me for being rude."
