Chapter 1288: Price (2)
It seems Little Junior Brother has no intention of acknowledging me. True Saint Meng Guan's massive form stood among the Blood Dream Alliance powerhouses, feeling somewhat resigned.
He could hardly fault Wu Yuan. Before this moment, they had never exchanged words, let alone formed any bond of brotherhood. It was only natural that Wu Yuan wouldn’t take the trouble to seek him out.
Senior Tian Xu is a great judge of character, as always. Meng Guan muttered to himself. He said my Little Junior Brother clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grudges. That assessment was indeed accurate. I should inform Senior Tian Xu.
Though he referred to Wu Yuan as his little junior brother, he dared not call Daoist Tian Xu by the title of Master.
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In the emptiness of the void, Wu Yuan sensed the countless powerful consciousnesses examining him from afar.
"It seems they're all quite wary of me," he observed.
True Saint Dong Yi laughed, "Of course they fear you! In terms of raw strength, you rival True Saint Luan Hai, and your deterrent power may even exceed his. You dare to withstand attacks from entire groups of True Saints, something even Luan Hai would hesitate to attempt."
Wu Yuan couldn't suppress a smile. Indeed! While other powerhouses might judge his physical attacks inferior to True Saint Luan Hai's, in every other aspect, he possessed the advantage.
"Besides," Dong Yi continued with a sigh that seemed to fill the void, "you also have True Saint Ming Jian at your back. The two of you are simply unstoppable when you work together. The mere thought of it can make anyone break into a cold sweat."
"Hm? Is someone envious?" Wu Yuan teased, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Envy? Not in the slightest." True Saint Dong Yi shot him a mock glare before his expression softened. "Wu Yuan, won't you invite True Saint Ming Jian to reveal himself?"