Inside the Flower-washing Rice Shop.
After changing back into his green clothes, Meng Qi rubbed his tired face and squeezed out a despicable smile. "Cousin, we really have a connection. Before I even asked how to lessen the anger of the Huanhua Swords Sect, you brought it up."
Thinking about how his team could use Precious Weapons during the Death Task, Meng Qi was in a good mood.
Looking at Meng Qi's smiling face, Qi Zhengyan's face twitched. He solemnly said, "In face of the Death Task, we need to seize every opportunity to improve our team's strength. Even if begging seems shameful, saving face is nothing if we die."
"Well thought out indeed!" Chuckling, Meng Qi praised Qi Zhengyan. He looked him up and down.
His laugh scared Qi Zhengyan. "Cousin, is something wrong?"