"Bai Ming?" Qin Mu looked around and spotted him dozens of miles away.
"Is that the Outer Sect disciple the sect accepted all those years ago? His clothing is not of superior grade. Once he draws nearer, he will be burned to a crisp," Ao Mengmeng commented. "His aptitude is poor, but not the worst. At least he can serve as a subordinate. Martial artists traversing the universe need power, mentors, and trustworthy companions. When you're away, your home needs protection, which requires a faction."
Qin Mu nodded and flew across the high temperature region.
"Senior Brother, I really can't go inside." Bai Ming forced a bitter smile. He had not expected that he'd be this helpless as to be unable to go inside the battlefield.
"No one else is needed here," Qin Mu said, opening his space ring. He took out a set of Night God battle armor and a set of SS-class armor. "Send these to my home and have my mother and sister put them on."
