Even though he harbored many thoughts, Zhou Yan did not show it; his gaze fixed on Qingyao Xuanzhe, he said, "With your capabilities, you would invite me to cooperate rather than slay me to obtain my map?"
Zhou Yan's words were very direct.
Such directness left the five Qingyao Xuanzhes somewhat taken aback, and a momentary hint of surprise flashed through them, because even if one knew the thoughts of others, it was uncommon for a cultivator to openly specify such a situation when at an absolute disadvantage.
That is to say, either Zhou Yan was a fool, or he possessed absolute confidence and simply didn't care.
The former was almost impossible, while the latter seemed more likely.
Qingyao Xuanzhe looked at Zhou Yan with greater respect, saying, "Obtaining the map allows mutual sensing; it's essentially a life and death killing game. But if even the map can't be completely assembled, resulting in a battle with heavy losses, it would be completely pointless.
