Li Feng didn't answer immediately.
The forest grew unnervingly quiet.
Only the faint rustle of leaves and the heavy breathing of the injured women lingered in the air.
Ye Mo's grin didn't fade… if anything, it grew brighter, more unhinged, clearly believing he had found a kindred spirit.
But behind him, Li Feng could feel Ning Jianli's killing intent mixed with confusion as she stared at his back.
The other female disciples were the same.
Li Feng finally exhaled slowly.
"…Cooperate?" he repeated.
Ye Mo nodded eagerly, stepping closer with a conspiratorial smile, as though they were already brothers-in-arms sharing a wicked scheme.
"Think about it, Brother. You and I...we're not like those hypocrites who pretend to be righteous while drooling over beauty. And I'm sure you already tasted those righteous fairies a little, didn't you?"
Ye Mo said, eyes flicking meaningfully to him.
Ye Mo then leaned in, whispering with excitement dripping from every word:
