Sun Jinfang was taken aback and cried out in despair, "The heroic Sect Head of the Cao Family has unexpectedly become the messenger for the Mi Clan today. Is it worth it?"
Cao Xiong's face was numb, and he made a bow of the hands: "Master Sun, you overpraise, I'm just trying to carve out a survival path for my clan. Wouldn't you do the same?"
Sweet talk of friendship and enmity was easy, but what about the elderly and the weak of their clans, left behind? The casual demeanor of warriors was likely just a story from a picture book. The greater the power in this world, the greater the responsibility. That's why sometimes they could only bow.
"I cannot leave Red Cloud Mountain." Sun Jinfang said with a dry voice, "Please thank Mr. Mi for his kindness on my behalf."
