Pei Ye looked at Zhu Gaoyang, and Zhu Gaoyang looked at Pei Ye, both expressionless and silent.
If the spies were trapped by the web, then things would indeed be different.
Pei Ye no longer needed to complain about Zhu Gaoyang flying too slowly, and Zhu Gaoyang didn't need to retort; two mosquitoes buzzed around until finally, there was a "snap" as they were stuck.
"...What a deep hatred this is." Pei Ye took a deep breath and was silent for a while. "Where are the Yujian? Let's hurry to join them."
Zhu Gaoyang tilted his head to think for a moment, then shook his head.
"What do you mean by shaking your head?"
"The Yujian didn't gather together either." The man sighed, slightly furrowing his eyebrows, "Mirage City is so eager to kill us, probably because they also want our heads."
"What?"
