Mu Xiao listened to the words of the black-robed man, his face showing a hint of hesitation, clearly in a dilemma.
However, a moment later, his brow relaxed, and he had made a decision in his heart.
"Can you truly help me fuse with the Demonic Bloodline?" Mu Xiao raised his head and asked with a heavy tone.
"Of course, if I can do it for myself, I can naturally help you achieve it too," the black-robed man confidently said.
While speaking, he deliberately condensed a solid mass of Demonic Qi in his palm to show Mu Xiao, with the Demonic Qi rich and nearly tangible.
"Forget it, even if I can survive this calamity today, I will still be trapped here in the future, forever imprisoned. Instead of that, I might as well take a chance," Mu Xiao sighed lightly, as if he had come to a certain decision.
"Good, with Daoist friend Mu Xiao's assistance, our success is even more promising," the black-robed man patted Mu Xiao's shoulder and said with a smile.
