"I—" Fu Ming almost threw up from rage.
What does he mean by "it makes no difference whether I go or not"? How can he say that? He makes me sound so useless!
"Your Original Soul energy is inferior to mine!" he whispered to An Zhiyi.
"So you know." An Zhiyi pursed his lips and looked at him meaningfully.
Fu Ming was speechless.
He admitted that he was not as talented as An Zhiyi.
However, was he not considered somewhat talented among the guardians he had brought here? Why did An Zhiyi have to look at him with such disdain?
Irritated, he said, "I shouldn't have acknowledged you as my brother. You're simply… sent by the heavens to jinx me, right?"
"That's not true. I—"
"All of you can go together. I'll be alright by myself." A familiar voice interrupted An Zhiyi.
The three of them turned around simultaneously and saw An Jiuyue, who had recovered, looking at them.
