Elder Guo's words chilled Qin Fengming's gaze. The old man was plainly laying blame on him.
What the old man said was not without reason. If they had made arrangements beforehand and assigned each person a target, the combined strength of ten True Immortals might well have overwhelmed the three True Immortal beasts.
But that assumed all ten had been fully prepared.
At the cave entrance, however, it had been impossible for all ten True Immortals to strike the beasts they were meant to face. None of them had known how many beasts there were. When the beasts appeared together, they had no chance to assign targets on the spot.
With four people lost at once, Elder Guo had grown anxious. Qin Fengming's eyes flickered, but he did not rebuke him.
Ying Fei had no such restraint. She immediately snapped, "What? Are you trying to hold my Martial Uncle responsible? Think about it. If he hadn't explored the cave alone and warned you in advance, how many of you would still be alive? Those four fell to the beasts' claws because their escape arts were too poor. If they'd been as swift as my Martial Uncle, how could the beasts have caught them when they'd fled first?"
Elder Guo's face shifted between green and white. For a moment, he had no answer.
Qin Fengming had warned everyone before he even left the cave, telling them to flee. Yet he had escaped the beasts' pursuit despite being last to run, while four who had fled ahead of him had ended up in the beasts' jaws. It was embarrassing even to speak of it.
Worse, he was only at the Golden Immortal stage. Several True Immortals had failed to outrun a Golden Immortal. They truly had nothing to say.
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