So Lin Xuan was not at all worried that the other party would do something as foolish as growing fat on broken promises.
Because doing that would be pure self-inflicted suffering.
He dared not speak for the other Spirit Division Stage elders, but that Sword Lake Palace master was no ordinary man in either schemes or breadth of mind. Lin Xuan was one hundred percent certain the man was not toying with him.
He believed there would be a satisfactory result tomorrow.
Lin Xuan did not go too far. On a Desolate Mountain several hundred li from Sword Lake Palace, he lowered his Escape Light, nor did he open a cultivation cave. He simply found a clean patch of ground and sat down to meditate. In any case, a single day would pass very quickly.
Lin Xuan's reaction need not be mentioned for the moment. As for the Sword Lake Palace elders after he left, they looked at one another, both frightened and delighted, wondering just how this matter would end.
Gradually, everyone's gazes fell upon the palace master.
It seemed they were waiting for him to make a decision, and also seemed they were waiting for him to explain. In short, the meaning contained in those gazes was complicated to the extreme.
Two Supreme Elders had fallen, and Venerable Wan Jian's whereabouts were utterly unknown. Sword Lake Palace was now utterly defeated, facing the greatest crisis since the founding of the sect. With no pillar left to lean on, all they could do was wait for their senior brother, the palace master, to decide.
They believed those words just now had merely been a tactic to delay the enemy. Their senior brother, the palace master, surely had some other plan and idea.
"We'll talk after we go back."