But the good brothers around don't have the chance to start over.
"Don't worry, he's a merchant. He probably won't make a move against us," Li Zheng said to comfort them.
"Form up!" At this moment, Ghost Pupil roared, wanting to quickly form a battle formation to deal with the potential crisis.
"Tongzi, no need." Li Zheng reached out and pressed a hand on Ghost Pupil's shoulder.
The opponent is in the Demigod Realm. If he wants to make a move, even forming a battle formation would be useless; they would be crushed in the next second.
Despite not understanding, Ghost Pupil chose to trust Li Zheng's decision.
The figure stopped ten steps away from everyone, and the cold flame inside the Glazed Lamp suddenly surged.
The silver mist on the mask flowed, finally settling into an expression that seemed like a smirk:
"I am the Equivalence Gambler Merchant. Do any of you have a wish you want fulfilled?"
"What do you mean?" Long Gen at the front asked with a serious expression.
