Observation room.
Chou Baihen drank his bird's-nest porridge, perfectly at ease.
Tang Wanli shot to his feet. "My son! My son! He's still alive! He's still alive!"
Sword God looked at the big screen. "They lost half their people, but... not one of them got taken out."
Sword Saint was baffled. Where's my disciple? Why isn't he with either team?
Medicine Elder smiled faintly, pointed at the screen, and started bragging. "These three useless things do have a bit of grit. Mm, but they're far behind me when I was young. Back then, if the three of them came at me together, I could have squeezed the shit out of them. Truly."
Sword God laughed and said, "Of course, of course."
Sword Saint was restless. His own disciple still hadn't shown himself. Had he found somewhere to hide?
Chou Baihen pointed at the screen. "Tang Xiaohao ran off, hey! Hey, he ditched his companions and ran again, hey! Took three lackeys and ran, hey!"
Tang Wanli looked at Chou Baihen. "Senior, when danger strikes, seeking benefit and avoiding harm is instinct. Please show some mercy with your words."
Chou Baihen laughed loudly. "This kid really is a goddamn little bastard. Tell me, who did he inherit that bastard look from?"
Tang Wanli was furious, but there was nothing he could do about Chou Baihen, so he could only endure it.
At first, Kong Xuyi didn't care about anyone else either. He only cared about his granddaughter's safety. But now he had also seen clearly that if his granddaughter were alone, there was no way she could make it out of the great formation alive.
And in this great formation, without question, the Yan Zhao Sect had shown itself the most.
What a pity. It was a declining sect.
The master