"As it should be, as long as Brother Mo doesn't mind my shallow cultivation."
Ji Yuan smiled humbly.
As for any kind of exchange, he didn't believe in it. He was more inclined to think that Mo Tusheng was here to scout, preparing to kill him upon entering Rashamon Sea to capture the Demon Fire for his own cultivation.
"Brother Hu, what are you saying."
Mo Tusheng chuckled, glanced Ji Yuan up and down, seemingly wanting to memorize his appearance and aura, then turned his attention to idle chat with Ma Gui.
Yin Bone Master was naturally a person of few words, currently shrunken under the wide black robe, exuding a foul smell.
Besides the occasional noise from the nine chains behind him, he remained silent.
Ji Yuan was not familiar with them. At this moment, he sat quietly behind the Fire Spirit Ghost Mother, meditating and adjusting his breath while observing the dynamics of the scene.
