Pride
The Sword Qi Great Wall had once been a place where buying wine was easier than fetching water.
Now, this clamorous marketplace was like a new book clumsily tacked onto a dog's tail.
But no matter what, something was better than nothing. Better than utter silence, becoming merely a place for an Outsider to come mourn the past.
Unlike Old Deafy, who had so many concerns and twists and turns, Xie Gou noticed Chen Ping'an's current condition and asked bluntly, "Mountain Lord, how did you get hurt so badly? Is the opponent really that heaven-reaching? Do you need Xiao Mo and me to help you win back some face? Rest assured, Mountain Lord. Leaving swordsmanship aside, Xiao Mo and I are both experts at concealing our aura and changing our appearance. I also have a secret sword technique that can sever karma. This isn't boasting, but it isn't much inferior to the move Pure Yang Lü Yan flaunts beyond the heavens. Even if the other party is adept at divination and deduction, they won't be able to follow the vine and find the melon."
If the opponent was an Immortal, then if she needed to strike even two swords, she would not deserve to become Taoist Companions with Xiao Mo.
She was still quite confident when dealing with ordinary Ascension Realm cultivators. Jing Hao and his ilk were truly made of paper.
She had secretly read through the first dozen-odd pages of Chen Lingjun's Passerby Collection long ago.
Unless it was the Dragon Tiger Mountain Great Celestial Master, or Fire Dragon True Person of Padi Peak—these troublesome Fourteen Realms "candidates for Dao fusion"—she did not dare speak too absolutely. Calling Xiao Mo along would make it very secure.
Chen Ping'an reached behind himself and gently patted his Sword Hilt.