Changsun Mingyu, the Hall Master of the Youming Temple, has a broader view.
As soon as Changsun Mingyu spoke, Fan Que snickered as well.
"That's true. With that group of martial lunatics, Yan Yue won't gain any advantage. Let's just watch the fire from across the river."
Upon hearing this, Changsun Mingyu furrowed his brow tightly and retorted directly, "You're thinking wishfully. You still want to watch the fire from across the river? Be careful not to get yourself burned. None of these people are easy to deal with."
"Alright, I'm heading to Demon City. If you encounter Nangong Limu later, contact me again, and I'll join up with you promptly."
Clearly, Changsun Mingyu had other matters to attend to, so naturally, he wasn't willing to linger here aimlessly.
After saying this, Changsun Mingyu intended to leave, but at this moment, his sleeve was grabbed by Fan Que.
"Let go."
Changsun Mingyu's face was hostile.
