It was precisely because of this that the way Li Hongjiu looked at Wu Jinliang had shifted, even carrying a strange taste. Given the other’s age, cultivation, and background, he had never received any proper tutelage. His breadth of vision certainly couldn’t match that of a disciple from a great sect like themselves.
Yet, in such a desperate and perilous situation, he had casually cobbled together a plan as audacious as snatching meat from a tiger's jaws. It was dangerous, true. But just as the other man said, it was perhaps their only way out of this crisis.
Yet this plan truly baffled Li Hongjiu. He just couldn’t figure it out. He had been minding his own business, training in seclusion in the back mountains of the Treasure Refining Sect.
Then, inexplicably, he was dragged out and thrown into this torment called Yanfu Prefecture. And now, he was inexplicably supposed to become some kind of mole? What in the world was going on?
According to Big Wu’s plan, the earlier hair-raising dangers were probably nothing. The shocks and peril would likely keep coming one after another. Why on earth should he willingly run in here and do this sort of thing?