The atmosphere in the hall once again became oppressive.
Had Ye Wudao come to support Mo Xing?
"Wait a minute, I'm a bit confused, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? You mean to say, you and that bastard Jiang You are enemies, and I too don't get along with either of them."
"So, that makes us friends, right?"
"Friends should assist each other through thick and thin, so you're saying we've always been comrades-in-arms in the same trench?"
Mo Xing's eyes widened. Could this guy be an undercover ally hidden among the enemy?
"Yes, we are comrades! We've finally met!"
Ye Wudao strode towards Mo Xing, arms wide open, his face filled with excitement.
"My comrade of many years! You've finally shown up, I've been waiting bitterly!"
Mo Xing also howled loudly, showing genuine emotion as he hugged Ye Wudao and patted his solid back forcefully.
