Lin Mo laughed in his heart as he enjoyed the food made from spirit herbs.
As they chatted, he found out about the background of these people.
The black mine mercenary group had a total of 3000 people, with three leaders. All of them were first-stage immortal-foundation experts.
"By the way, what's little brother's name? I haven't asked for it."
A middle-aged mercenary asked. The strength that Lin Mo had displayed was at the seventh sky of Nirvana stage.
On this warship, they belonged to the weakest group and would not be taken seriously.
"I'm Yan Rong, just a wandering cultivator." Lin Mo waved his hand.
'When I'm out, I'll borrow Yan Rong's name. He doesn't know anyway...'
After saying so, the warship gradually accelerated and finally entered a spatial tunnel. A strong spatial fluctuation swept over.
"You're finally out. If you want to see our great leader, then come with us into the mountains."
