After the crowd dispersed, Gang Yue asked with a cold expression. He suspected that Mo Kai might want to take over the mess left in Jing Niao City. But that didn't make sense. The Yangxiang Race in Jing Niao City had been nearly wiped out, and Jing Niao City's Spiritual Spring had already been destroyed. What could he possibly achieve by taking it over? This person was simply too bizarre.
"I know you want Qiu Fenghai's Creation Sword. Coincidentally, Qiu Fenghai has something on him that I desperately want.
"We can cooperate."
Mo Kai looked sincerely into Gang Yue's eyes.
"Cooperate?
"How? What does Qiu Fenghai have that is worth your effort?" Gang Yue asked with a frown.
"You want the Steel Bone Creation Sword because it involves a Peak secret of your Steel Bone Race. I am of the Yangxiang Race, so the Creation Sword is useless to me. You can rest assured that I won't fight you for it.
"What I want is Qiu Fenghai's head!"
A cold glint flashed in Mo Kai's eyes.
"Hm?
