"There's no way to know."
Liu Zheng shrugged.
"Trust is always based on personal judgment, and I believe we already have a foundation of mutual trust. After all, if I really wanted to harm you, your base would have been surrounded by now."
His tone was sincere, yet carried a hint of arrogance.
"Alright, I'll go with you."
The Snow Horse looked him in the eyes for a few seconds and nodded calmly.
Since the last time it came out and fought with Liu Zheng and his group, it suddenly felt that merely living in the cave was somewhat monotonous.
Its master was dead beyond resurrection, and if it had any intentions left, it was to help its master achieve the dream of conquering the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
Given the Snow Horse's current strength, becoming a Demon King of a region was naturally no problem, but conquering the Ten Thousand Great Mountains seemed like a pipe dream.
Thus, it must become stronger.
