Xu Yang was no naive youth who could be tricked into throwing his life away with a few empty words.
He would keep Qiao Yong from dying if it was within his power, but if his own life was at risk, he couldn't care less whether Qiao Yong lived or died.
Besides, Qiao Yong's talent was only comparable to Kong Yu's. 'I already slaughtered Kong Yu, so what does that make Qiao Yong?'
Moreover, in the early stages, Root Bone was far more important than Comprehension, and from what he knew, Qiao Yong's family background was quite ordinary.
Without sufficient resources, Qiao Yong's progress after entering the Purple Sun Sect would be far slower than Kong Yu's.
That was why Qiao Yong's promises sounded like a joke to him.
Xu Yang smiled. "In that case, my thanks, Brother Qiao."
He thought Xu Yang had been taken in by his grand promises and had also admitted that his own talent was inferior.
