"Brother Jing Yuan, you stayed on purpose; is there something you want to say to me?"
Holding a wine cup in his hand, Wang Junze slightly raised his eyelids and asked softly.
The recent arrival of Fuchen cast a shadow over everyone's heart, quickly dispersing the crowd. Now, apart from Peng Ru, only Jing Yuan remained.
"Gathering for benefit, dispersing for danger, this is human nature. If you can't come up with a good solution, even the Nether Sea... won't be a safe place for you."
Sitting down next to Wang Junze, Jing Yuan spoke warmly: "Even people from the Profound Moon Sword Sect may not be trustworthy, let alone others. So... what exactly do you plan to do?"
"If none of them are trustworthy, then... can I still trust you?"
Looking up, Wang Junze gazed at Jing Yuan and asked in return.
