The Winged Race man cursed inwardly, but didn't dare be careless. He was certain that if this human race combat cultivator made a move, he himself would be the first target.
So no matter what, he didn't want to have any conflict with the other party.
He immediately lowered his posture even further. "Fellow Daoist, please be magnanimous. Our strength truly can't compare to yours. Please don't despise us—allow us to follow under your shelter. When the Star Abyss Gate opens in the future, we can all serve as your errand runners."
The doppelganger looked at him blandly, making the Winged Race cultivator's whole body go cold.
"Alright!" All of a sudden, the doppelganger spoke carelessly, "But this seat doesn't need so much trash. I'll only take in half your number. As for the remaining half…" He didn't finish the sentence, his expression playful.
But all the Dao Fusion cultivators understood exactly what he meant.
