Xiang Yang's attitude was resolute. Wang Zhen and Kou Feng exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and took their leave of Xiang Yang. They had come in high spirits, only to return disappointed.
As they walked along the mountain path, Wang Zhen resentfully glanced back at the small wooden house, now nowhere to be seen. His tone was inscrutable.
"Looks like your concern was right. Xiang Yang truly isn't someone capable of accomplishing great things. He rejected us, and now he knows of the Dark Alliance's existence. What should we do?"
As Wang Zhen spoke, his accent shifted somewhat. His face was dark and gloomy, while his eyes held a trace of hesitation and indecision. The mission had failed—how were they supposed to remedy it?
A thought had arisen within him, but he knew his strength was insufficient, so he wished to sound out Kou Feng's opinion.
"Do nothing, Wang Zhen. I know what you're thinking, but you'd best cast that thought aside as soon as possible.
"After we return, I'll speak with those above. Xiang Yang is merely a martial artist, a pure martial artist. All he seeks is martial cultivation, the pursuit of the Dao, and proof of the Dao.
"If you make trouble out of nothing and force him into a situation where he and the Dark Alliance are like fire and water, that would be a true disaster."
Kou Feng spoke with a solemn expression. It was not that he feared trouble, but that he was cautious. At the very least, before he had a certain degree of confidence, any act of provoking an enemy was foolish in his eyes.
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