"Brother Wang?"
Forcibly suppressing the emotions in his heart, Tang Mo turned toward Wang Junze, his voice trembling slightly as he tested the waters.
This form of address was actually quite interesting. Since entering the ruins, Tang Mo had always called Wang Junze "Young Master Wang," but now he changed it back to "Brother Wang." It was, in fact, an unconscious attempt to draw closer to Wang Junze.
There was no other way. There were simply too many Ice Crystal Tigers here.
Seven or eight Ice Crystal Tigers were no joke. Without the help of Wang Junze and Xin, let alone subduing them, Tang Mo and these other Divine Blade Sect disciples would probably have ended up being eaten instead.
"Let's do it. Xin and I will handle half; the rest are yours."
With a faint nod, Wang Junze replied softly.
