With that said, he hooked an arm around Yang Mo's neck and started dragging him out of the courtyard.
But to his surprise...
Yang Mo dug in his heels, straining against his hold with no intention of moving.
"Goddammit!"
Zhao Ci swore and just hoisted him into the air. The power of a First-Grade Flesh Soul was far beyond what Yang Mo could possibly resist, and he was carried out as easily as a farmer carrying a sheaf of wheat.
Once they were out of the courtyard,
he finally set Yang Mo down and grumbled, "Damn it! We came to carve our names together. But when it's time to erase one, you sneak over here all by yourself. A little rude, don't you think?"
"I..."
Yang Mo's voice was hoarse. "I thought about it... It's better if I don't drag you down. I'm a complete waste, in both strength and mentality."
Ying Rui's taunts filled his mind.
'So damn accurate.'
'A worthless freeloader who only got in because of his connections.'
'He wasn't wrong at all!'
