“What condition?” Ah Mu was moved. No one wanted to die, and he was no exception to this rule. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would reach out to grasp it.

“It’s simple. Take me along with you,” Lu Yin said as he pointed at Gigastar Planet that they were gradually closing in on.

Ah Mu was flabbergasted. “You want to land on Gigastar Planet?”

Lu Yin nodded. “Is there a problem? This is the only condition.”

“Didn’t you come to kill me?” Ah Mu lost his voice. He wasn’t foolish, and although he had over-thought things earlier, he was thinking clearly now.

Lu Yin looked at Ah Mu, and his gaze turned cold. “Of course not. But if you don’t take me with you, then I can’t say for sure.”

Ah Mu felt threatened by Lu Yin’s glare and immediately agreed. “Alright, I’ll bring you along. You’re not from the Umbral Butterfly Weave?”

“How did you know?” Lu Yin asked with a curious tone.

“Since the Astral Combat Tournament is coming up, any native of the Umbral Butterfly Weave can participate in the weave’s trials, no questions asked. The only caveat is that you must be of the younger generation. If you can’t enter, then the only possible answer is because you’re not originally from the Umbral Butterfly Weave.”

Lu Yin smiled, but did not respond.

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