"Brother Wang?"
Forcing himself to suppress his emotions, Tang Mo turned to Wang Junze, his voice trembling a bit as he tentatively asked.
This form of address was quite interesting. Since entering the ruins, Tang Mo had always referred to Wang Junze as Young Master Wang, but now he reverted to Brother Wang, subconsciously wanting to draw closer to Wang Junze.
There was no other way; there were simply too many Ice Crystal Tigers here.
Seven or eight Ice Crystal Tigers were no joke. Without the help of Wang Junze and Xin'er, let alone defeating them, Tang Mo and the other Divine Blade Sect disciples might end up being devoured instead.
"Let's do it. Xin'er and I will handle half, and the rest is up to you."
With a slight nod, Wang Junze replied softly.
