Poverty Restricts One’s Imagination

"Brother Mo, don't care about him. If you have any escape methods, hurry and bring me away. I promise that I will not disappoint you." Kun Yun anxiously reacted. Seeing that Mo Wuji was still calmly speaking with Min Yuan, he hurriedly transmitted a message to Mo Wuji.

Unfortunately, Min Yuan had already installed a voice trasmission seal over this area. The moment Kun Yun sent that message, it was repeated out loud by the seal.

Kun Yun awkwardly stroked his head and carefully walked to the back of Mo Wuji. He was truly afraid of this fake Sage.

Mo Wuji chuckled, "Kun Yun, did you betray me? Why were there ten fellas waiting outside for me? I'm not going to be calculative with that. Yes, I can bring you away. However, when we arrive at your treasure trove, I will get first-pick."

"Anything you say, you only need to bring me away." At this point, how could Kun Yun still care about his hidden treasures?