Mu Qianshan naturally didn't know Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan's thoughts.
Even if he did know, he wouldn't be able to speak with Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan.
After all, neither of them are card merchants, nor would they come out to sell cards.
In this situation, the two sides—one Demon Race, the other Human Clan—have no way to meet.
Moreover, at this moment, Mu Qianshan is completely uninterested in thinking about Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan.
"Can we leave?"
"Let's try."
Mu Qianshan's mouth curved slightly at the corners, looking at the dozens of squads surrounding them.
These dozens of squads are all Demon Race teams.
No one knows why they simultaneously appeared here.
But now is not the time to think about it.
After all, they encountered them by chance and had no preparation beforehand.
Facing so many Demon Race squads now might be a bit difficult.
"I shouldn't have been greedy for those hundreds of Golden Quality Cards."
