"If I'm not reckless, how am I supposed to go fishing?"
"Fishing? You…"
Upon hearing this, Mo Wenxuan froze. Then, as if he'd realized something, his pupils contracted violently. A cold dread shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull, leaving him chilled to the bone.
"You did this on purpose?!
What are you trying to do?
That's a Yang God Great Power!
You'll get us all killed!"
He vaguely guessed at Qi Yun's insane idea, and his voice cracked.
'Using the murder of a Moonlight Sect Elder to deliberately lure out their Yang God expert?'
'This isn't fishing, it's playing with fire.'
'No, it's luring a destructive sun down upon them!'
'What does he think he can use to fight a Yang God?'
'Just the few of them?'
'Or… the Heaven-Deceiving Array they haven't even gotten their hands on yet?'
In that instant, Mo Wenxuan's reverence for Qi Yun was utterly replaced by a chilling mix of fear and disbelief.
