"In the end, I had no choice but to strike hard. See Xiao Kun's left eye? I was the one who blinded it," Master Withered Leaf said, sighing softly at this point. "I won that match, but I also made no small grudge with him."
So that was how it was. Lin Xuan nodded silently. One look at Xiao Kun was enough to tell he was the sort to repay the smallest slight. "Elder, he never sought revenge on you?"
"No." Master Withered Leaf clearly understood what he was thinking. "Because the Witchcraft Assembly is so intense, although the elders of the various tribes watch over it from the side and deaths are rare, injuries are very common."
"Hatreds are naturally formed, but that goes against the original purpose of the assembly. Moreover, the number of Witchers is already not large to begin with, so not long after we migrated here, the clan laid down an iron law: private fights between Witchers are strictly forbidden."
At this point, he glanced at Lin Xuan and said with some concern, "Luo Yi, although private duels are forbidden, that Xiao Kun hates me so much his teeth itch. With his temperament, he absolutely won't let this go so easily. It's very possible he'll make a move against you."
"Make a move against me?" Lin Xuan had long since expected this in his heart, but just the right amount of shock appeared on his face.
"That's right. Misplaced anger. Private fighting won't do, but on the contest stage, life and death are left to fate. During the Witchcraft Assembly, he may very well order the disciples of his own tribe to kill you."
Seeing Lin Xuan lower his head without speaking, Master Withered Leaf changed tack and began to comfort him. "But you needn't