"Hahaha."
Yuchi laughed good-naturedly:
"Aren't I just trying not to waste gold and silver? Anyway, you'll end up dead, so why not just give me that Storage Ring, since you won't be using it."
Feng Zhaoyang: "..."
Get lost!
Clenching his fists in frustration, he hid his Storage Ring, took a deep breath, and with a conflicted expression finally said:
"Dear friend, you're right. If I had a conflict with the Legendary Sect now, any excitement on my part would likely lead to them killing me."
"I've got no ties here, so they wouldn't need to worry about anything when they kill me."
"And if I choose to help the Courtesan, I'd probably end up dead too... So maybe I should reconsider and not act so impulsively?"
Indeed.
That Feng Zhaoyang was willing to listen was the best outcome.
Yuchi felt relieved and relaxed into his chair, stroking the fur beside him, appreciating its smoothness:
