About the Northern Border Evil Corpse, Yi Xiaofei indeed took it very seriously, knowing he needed to be extra careful. A single lapse could lead to terrible consequences.
"Mr. Yi! After our separation in Zhonghai City, at least half a year will pass before we meet again. I hope that within the Leng Tribe, I can engage in a chess duel with you, Mr. Yi. In the meantime, this old man will definitely put in extra effort!"
Feng Mo said with a smiling face, speaking to Yi Xiaofei.
"Absolutely, but there has to be a wager at stake! How about betting a Blood Spirit Crystal?"
"Blood Spirit Crystal? There will be some when I return to the Leng Tribe. By then, I will definitely gamble it with you, Mr. Yi!"
Although the Blood Spirit Crystal was valuable, establishing a strong friendship with Yi Xiaofei—and gaining what might come from it in the future—was of even greater value.
