Du Yanbei wasn't familiar with those two, Woolong and Ma Xianming; they had merely crossed paths a few times and hardly counted as life-and-death friends.
This time, the initiative for today's operation was taken by Woolong.
Du Yanbei, captivated by the Thousand-Year Spiritual Milk and perhaps other treasures possessed by Lu Yuanshan, had agreed in a moment of folly.
Now, if he wanted to back out, could he not leave?
As he furrowed his brow, Ma Xianming, who blocked his way, spoke once more, his tone full of hostility.
"Du Yanbei, your words mean nothing to me now. After you leave, it'll be as if we've never met today."
"But since we know each other, don't blame me for not warning you. If you want to leave, then go, but don't you dare spread what we've discussed, or don't blame us for turning against you!"
By the last sentence, Ma Xianming's tone was full of threat.
The room's atmosphere instantly turned tense.
