"Well, as far as he does nothing to bother me, I could care even less." Grey said quietly. He was not a saint and didn't care about the fact that he was being used.
To him, this world was filled with constant dangers and threats. Madness and existences that were not supposed to exist, were roaming in this broken world.
In a world where the strong ruled the weak, and the weak were preyed upon by the strong and puppeteered like dolls, surviving, and surviving alone was key.
And besides, how could he, a Qi accumulation cultivator, fight against a Nascent Soul Transformation expert.
It was pure madness!
Grey heard a silent and subtle sound that made his ears perk up. With the wave of his hand, he quietly dispersed poison and made it look like he rolling his sleeves.
Giving the Phoenix a slight glance, Grey extended his perception to more than 100 feet. And hiding in the white bushes, was a chubby robed cultivator.
