'Cooperation?'
Bai Yuan's right hand, which was gripping his saber, slowly lowered.
It wasn't that he believed Dao Ji's words. An Elder from the Divine Mansion Sect had appeared not far away and was looking in their direction. Bai Yuan had lost his chance to strike; otherwise, he would have killed Dao Ji without hesitation.
'A Ghostwriter who leaks information deserves to die.'
Dao Ji took a deep breath.
As a Ghostwriter himself, he naturally knew that a broker revealing a Ghostwriter's information was tantamount to creating a life-or-death grudge.
"I have a big job. Are you interested?"
He spoke in a low voice, staring intently at Bai Yuan as he awaited his answer.
If he hadn't been so desperate to find someone in Huanglong Prefecture, he wouldn't have sought out Bai Yuan.
That's right. Although he outwardly tried his best to distance himself from the Ghostwriters, in reality, the connection had never been broken.
