Without looking at Jiang Chengyue's dazed expression anymore, he calmly turned his gaze to the three silent teammates beside him.
"What do you all think?"
Fang Qingyu's voice remained calm, as if he were asking what's for dinner.
"Shall we do it or not?"
These three short words hit like a stone thrown into a Dead Water Pond.
Chu Kuanglan abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and the recently extinguished flame "whoosh" rekindled, burning even more vigorously!
The previous despair and feeling of helplessness seemed to be instantly washed away by Fang Qingyu's almost "ignorant bravery" calmness.
"Do it!!"
Chu Kuanglan almost shouted out, his voice hoarse but full of a do-or-die resolve.
"Damn it! I've had enough of this suffocation! To hell with the Martial Saint! I can't swallow this indignation! Let's do it!!"
Lu Jiuyuan, holding his sword, did not roar, but simply nodded forcefully.
