Qing Liujian said nothing and turned away.
It was not because he resented Nangong Xiaoyan, who knew less than him about seniority and the Sword Division, suddenly becoming a Division Master above him. He knew very well that under extreme circumstances, one had to adopt measures that might ordinarily seem unreasonable. Moreover, given his understanding of Huang Wushen, he knew Huang Wushen must have had a particular purpose in doing this. At the very least, it showed that Nangong Xiaoyan stood on the same side as him and could be trusted.
Unlike Nangong Xiaoyan, who did not dare think too deeply, Qing Liujian thought further and more profoundly. He could even be certain that among those who had retreated with them from the Outer Three Islands to Fourth Island, there were definitely enemy agents. The only uncertainty was how many there were, and when they would suddenly bare their fangs and claws.
The reason he responded so coldly to Nangong Xiaoyan's added remark was simply that he was one of the Division Heads of the Sword Division. He had experienced many brutal struggles, and he knew what sort of mindset gave a person the best chance of surviving such cruel battles. Thus, he did not want to be infected by Nangong Xiaoyan's somewhat fussing indecision. On the contrary, he rather admired the aura emanating from Ming Shiqi and the other grey-robed disciples. Or rather, he admired them because, in essence, the Sword Division and these grey-robed disciples were the same: both were weapons for killing. One stood in the light, the other in the shadows, and only under such circumstances would their power reveal itself.
More than a hundred figures sprang up at the point of Qing Liujian's finger. With great tacit understanding, they followed closely behind him, transforming into