As it saw it.
Giving up the Soul Elegy.
And retreating for now.
Was the wisest course of action.
Except.
Wen Haishan would surely die that way.
No one would obtain a peerless divine artifact like the Soul Elegy.
Only to hand it over with both hands.
After all.
There were far too few spiritual treasures capable of strengthening the divine soul.
"Brother Lin, I think this boy was not being impulsive, but loyal and righteous. He fought so desperately entirely for his grandfather. It shames me to say it, but the Mountain Lord ordered us to seize the Soul Elegy at all costs. Who could have imagined that we would be eliminated in the very first round, while Xiao Chen, whom we had always scorned and despised, fought until the very end!" Zhao Tunhai said, shame written across his face.
At first, he had not understood what Xiao Chen was trying to do.
But the moment he thought of Wen Haishan, he understood.
Xiao Chen was gambling his life to carve out a sliver of survival for Wen Haishan.
Lin Qianshan fell silent.
For a moment, he did not know how to respond.
After hearing Zhao Tunhai's words, enlightenment dawned upon him.
At that moment, he suddenly understood why Wen Haishan could not bear to let go of this grandson.
Why he would even forsake his own life.
Although Xiao Zhentian, Wen Wanrong, and Xiao Lingtian were all vile, despicable people.
Like mole crickets beneath the earth.
Not worth mentioning.
This Xiao Chen, however.
Was truly astonishing.
Not only was his talent unparalleled and his combat strength towering to the heavens.
More importantly.
He valued loyalty and affection.
Wen Haishan had nearly stepped into the realm of death for him.
And he, too, could risk his life for Wen