Zi Luan glanced at Lu Shan and shook his head. "Such a pity. That was three great demons, plus an old monster on the verge of achieving 'Pill Formation.' If only we could have kept them..."
Lu Shan interrupted, "If we had kept them, Shanwu Road would be swallowed by the Demon Race's grand army tomorrow!"
Wang Ping replied matter-of-factly, "Then they would have come here only to die!"
He had to back Zi Luan up.
The other Artifact Cultivator immediately pointed at the retreating back of the Mouse Demon and said sarcastically, "Why don't you two give chase? We'll just..."
"Enough. Further talk is useless."
Lu Shan cut in, his gaze falling on Wang Ping. "Fellow Daoist Changqing, your timing was perfect."
Wang Ping stated his position at once. "Don't worry, you'll get your share of the benefits."
His words were blunt. He could tell that Lu Shan didn't particularly like him, so there was no need to be overly polite.
