Chou Baihen sighed gloomily. "Everyone, withdraw. I'll cover the rear."
The woman said, "Supreme Master, you mustn't..."
Chou Baihen slapped the woman across the face. "We can't leave a single survivor for them. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded. "Yes."
Nan Ji looked at Chou Baihen. "Wow, you're so young. How do you take care of yourself?"
Chou Baihen said, "A clear heart, few desires, and staying out of the martial world's rotten people and rotten affairs. You're not bad yourself. Looks like you're still in decent shape?"
Nan Ji laughed. "Not as carefree as you. There's a rotten bastard in the martial world who just won't stay dead, no matter how many times he dies. I've got to worry about him."
Chou Baihen laughed. "That's normal. You'll get used to it."
Zhao Ritian leaned close to Ming Disha. "The rotten bastard he said keeps dying and coming back is obviously aimed at you."
Ming Disha pressed five fingers against his little head and twisted it toward the other side. "Watch your own business. Don't talk."
Nan Ji looked up at the Extreme Cold Shield.
"They've even brought this thing out. Looks like he's here too. To think he'd hook up with you—what a fucking disgrace."
Nan Ji called out, "Old Dean, come out and have a chat."
Chou Baihen smiled. "Why would he meet you under these circumstances? Nan Ji, are you here to fish too?"
Nan Ji smiled. "I was just passing through. I was originally going to find the Sword Saint for a game of chess."
Chou Baihen's people were all withdrawing, and quickly.
The area was practically cleared within minutes.
Ming Disha moved close to Lu Chengwen. "If they kill Chou Baihen, they'll have to come after me. I'm leaving first."
Lu Chengwen grabbed him. "Then