His voice was a repressed growl, filled with indignation and rage.
"It's not time to despair yet."
Chu Fan's voice remained calm, yet it held an undeniable power. "Join forces with me."
Lu Tao's head snapped up. "Join forces?"
"You can deal with the Resentful Spirit?"
"I can't," Chu Fan replied bluntly. "But I have a plan."
Lu Tao's expression turned grave. He asked in a low voice, "What plan?"
Chu Fan no longer hesitated. He lowered his voice and concisely laid out the bold, even crazy, plan he had conceived.
After hearing the plan, Lu Tao's eyes widened instantly. He sucked in a sharp breath and exclaimed, "You're a madman... Are you not afraid to die?!"
"Who lives and who dies is not yet certain," Chu Fan said, his tone even but filled with a resilient confidence.
Lu Tao fell silent, staring intently at the eyes behind Chu Fan's mask, as if trying to discern something from them.
