"We don't expect you to help us. It'll be fine as long as you don't drag us down," said Silver Wing Lord to Jian Wushuang.
Iron Saber Lord gave Jian Wushuang a casual glance, his expression clearly said that he did not take Jian Wushuang's words seriously.
Seeing this, Jian Wushuang forced a smile.
It was all because he was only in the Saint Realm, which caused the lords' to despise him.
"Silver Wing Lord doesn't know my real battle strength and that I'm not weaker than him," Jian Wushuang thought to himself.
"Iron Saber Lord is an advanced lord, so I'm no match for him, but I'm sure that I would at least stand a chance against Silver Wing Lord since he's an intermediate lord."
Right then...
"Eh?" Iron Saber Lord suddenly turned over his hand, revealing a Messaging Slip.
The slip instantly started burning by itself.
