Inside the dark cave, the sound of stalactite drips echoed, "滴滴哒哒."
Lee Qingling scrutinized Lin Canglang, a flicker of hesitation passing through his eyes.
"Rest assured, I have no ill intentions towards you. Our cooperation can better achieve what we both desire! Of course, if you don't wish to cooperate with me, you may leave now, and I won't stop you."
Lin Canglang spoke indifferently, "This is no longer the Western Wasteland, but deep within a mountain in the Southern Border. Now that you've obtained the Blood Essence, you have no immediate need to refine a Blood Spirit Corpse, right?"
Lee Qingling looked curiously at Lin Canglang, as if this man knew everything, or perhaps it was the mysterious person behind him who knew everything.
Though this feeling greatly displeased him, there was one thing Lin Canglang was right about: The enemy of my enemy is my friend!
