Anger could not help rising in Lin Xuan's heart.
After all, when all was said and done, this matter could be said to have started because of him.
The cultivators of his sect before him had been forced into such a sorry state by the Three Sects Alliance, and their dead and wounded were grievous to the extreme. How could Lin Xuan not be furious beyond measure?
But his temperament was, after all, extremely steady. Angry though he was, not the slightest hint showed on his face, and his voice was calm to a degree beyond description.
To anyone else listening, it was as if nothing at all had happened.
"Ru'er."
"Your disciple is here."
Su Ru raised her head, her tone carrying a trace of astonishment, as if she had been frightened by Lin Xuan's calm.
But very quickly, she lowered her head again, her expression still perfectly respectful.
"Do you dare return with me?"
"Return?" Su Ru was stunned.
"That's right. We'll charge once more through mountains of blades and seas of fire, and rescue our fellow sect members. Ru'er, do you have the nerve?" Lin Xuan's voice was still extremely flat, as if he were speaking of some trivial, casual matter.
"Your disciple is willing. Forget mountains of blades and seas of fire—even if it were the Eighteen Levels of Hell, as long as we can rescue our fellow sect members, even if my body is smashed to pieces and my bones ground to dust, Ru'er would not hesitate in the slightest." Su Ru kowtowed once, and her ironclad voice entered his ears.
"Have you truly thought it through?" Lin Xuan strangely added one more question.
"I have." Su Ru did not hesitate in the slightest.
"Good. Then lead the way. We'll go rescue our fellow sect