True Venerable Han Li suggested using two Flawed Portable Abodes, but Qu Jianlei thought it over and still felt it was not quite enough.
So he made the decision on his own and threw out three Flawed Portable Abodes. Even if some of their effect was blocked, the result should not be too poor.
True Venerable Han Li looked at him in utter speechlessness. "Do you think... I wouldn't have thought of that?"
"You didn't give me time to explain," Qu Jianlei said, caught between laughter and tears. "This battle... was extremely dangerous!"
At the time, the other party had told him to set the timing quickly, and he had done it, but that task could not allow the slightest mistake, so there had been no time to explain anything else.
"You almost screwed me over," True Venerable Han Li said, truly speechless. Because of that accident, he had nearly exhausted himself completely.
Yet he could not lose his temper, nor was it convenient for him to reveal his own condition—even if he did not guard against his own people, he still had to guard against the Mò Race.
Then he looked toward Great Venerable Lajan not far away. "We won't take part in the pursuit. This time can't be counted as merely holding the line either."
His tone was very calm, and after speaking, he lowered his eyelids, but there was a thick, nonnegotiable air about him.
What a joke. His expenditure this time had been far too great. He absolutely had to make a proper case of it.
Right now, Lajan was essentially acting as the intermediary contact, and its degree of acceptance toward the cultivators' principles was extremely high.
Hearing this, it nodded. "That's only proper. I'll go speak with my kin."
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