Wang Lin’s pupils shrank and he calmly said, “Mo Zhi!”
“It is I. Brother Da Niu, you still haven’t answered my question.” The man took off his mask. Hr was indeed the person who Wang Lin met in the temple on that rainy night with whom he talked about life and death.
Wang Lin calmly said, “My future is not on planet Suzaku!” Wang Lin understood now why the white crystal flew toward him. It probably had a lot to do with this person.
Mo Zhi looked at Wang Lin, shook his head, and sighed. “Unfortunate. Since brother Da Niu doesn’t want to, then I won’t press this matter…” His eyes were suddenly filled with confusion and didn’t recover for a while.
This time his gaze fell on Yunque Zi.
“Forsaken Immortal Clan, ⅓ of planet Suzaku can be given to you, but every 1,000 years, you must hand over the skull of a nine-leaf or higher clan member. Yunque Zi, do you agree?”