Friends, Till Death Brings Us Apart
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Evidently, Nangong Mu was jolted awake.
However, surprisingly, Nangong Mu did not shout things like "you are lying?!" at the top of his lungs. Instead, he looked at Fang Zhengzhi calmly with a bloody look.
He did not look angry nor desperate. Instead, he looked like he was freed from the soul.
"Now, we can fight it out again without any restraints!" Nangong Mu was very calm, as though nothing had happened.
"Just for a fruit of the Godly Realm?" asked Fang Zhengzhi.
"Besides that, I am also fighting for my mission, my mission as the descendant of Emperor Yan," said Nangong Mu with an affirmed look.
"Yes." Fang Zhengzhi nodded.
He did not probe further as Nangong Mu's attitude had told him that Nangong Mu had already made up his mind and would not change his mind.
After all, he was Nangong Mu.
If this was forced by other people, he could be swayed. However, nothing could be changed once Nangong Mu made up his mind.