"Brother Chen, you..."
Murong Qingcheng looked at Chen Wen, words hovering on her lips.
She was truly worried about Chen Wen facing Jiang Longzhan.
Although Chen Wen had defeated Gu Xuan, it was clear that the battle had taken a great deal out of him.
Under these circumstances, fighting Jiang Longzhan would undoubtedly be extremely difficult for Chen Wen.
Even someone thinking with their toes could tell how that would turn out.
Murong Qingxian drew a deep breath, then said, "Things have come this far, so I won't waste words. But your life is still what matters most."
"According to the rules, you can concede during a battle if you know you're outmatched."
"You're still very young. Even if your journey really ends here, no one would dare call you a failure."
"Exactly, exactly. As long as we cultivators live, we still have a chance. If you really can't win, you must put your own survival first."
Murong Qingcheng hurriedly echoed him.
Chen Wen smiled, then said, "Don't worry. I'll know where to draw the line."
"That's good."
Murong Qingxian nodded and said no more.
Murong Qingcheng, however, still looked worried.
From what she knew of Chen Wen, he really wasn't someone who conceded easily.
But at a time like this, she didn't know what else to say.
Under these circumstances, she could only choose to support him.
Zhuge Qiyue gave Chen Wen a cool glance, her expression showing little change.
Naturally, Chen Wen noticed all of this.
He couldn't say he bore Zhuge Qiyue any grudge.
But whether Zhuge Qiyue would try to settle the score was another matter entirely.
She hadn't challenged him this time, probably because she didn't want to take advantage of his weakened state.
Judging by that, she still had principles.
He hadn't carried her