Mo Taoist didn't quite understand what White Ghost was trying to say.
"A person who is above everyone else and untouched by the dust of the world suddenly acts this way, why?"
At this moment, White Ghost's tone carried confusion as he earnestly looked at the "old friend" before him.
Surviving in the Southern Border, there was never room for the word 'friend,' let alone trust.
Even among the Yin Mountain Three Saints, there was an endless amount of caution.
White Ghost and Mo Taoist had fought each other countless times, both openly and secretly.
But precisely because they had fought many times, neither could best the other, which in turn made him feel a slight "trust" for the person before him.
He "trusted" Mo Taoist's abilities.
Some things.
Others might not understand, but Mo Taoist certainly does.
"I don't understand the Holy Empress."
Mo Taoist said calmly, "But if such a thing happens in the South Border... it definitely won't be good."
