The Formal Agreement

"What're are you guys up to? Are you fighting? Why didn't you bring me along?" Wang Yu realised something was amiss when he saw the commotion in the guild chat. These bastards must have gone to PK without him! Making him feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Martial artists really were just itching for a good fight...

"Fearless already has the equipment, we're just drinking some wine now! There's no fight, go do something else..." Ming Du hurriedly replied.

"But why? Why don't we invite Old Bull? Isn't he very strong?" Darknorth Fisher curiously asked, not understanding the reason behind Ming Du's actions.

After being hunted down by the players from the Pure Lands guild for so long, Darknorth Fisher knew that these men were very skilled. Even though he knew that the players from the Quan Zhen Sect were no pushovers, bringing Wang Yu along would give him some assurance.