"Old Shen!"
An Ruoxing transmitted solemnly, "I understand everything you're saying. If this were any other time, I wouldn't refuse—I know what matters. But things are different now. You need to go back! You have to understand, if you die, Fang Che will go mad! I know I'm important, but right now, in the Southeast, and in this world, Fang Che is more important than I am. For Fang Che's sake, you can't die either!"
Old Man Shen revealed a smile and transmitted, "That's exactly what I want—to drive him mad!"
He then switched to speaking normally and shouted, "An Ruoxing, the four of us are nothing but martial men."
"But you, An Ruoxing, are the one who can truly be of use by coordinating the Southeast. Who matters more? There's no need to argue, and this isn't the time for arguing anyway. If we can't hold them back, you'll die with us! If we can hold them back even a little, then if you, An Ruoxing, don't flee, you'll be letting us down."
Shen Zhixuan calmly explained his arrangements in front of Mu Feng and the other experts of the Sole True Sect, completely at ease.
"I'm done making my arrangements. An Ruoxing, if you want us to die with our eyes open... then fight! I won't stop you!"
Shen Zhixuan's voice was very calm.
He even smiled and said, "An Ruoxing, you know this. This is the fate of the Shen family! When it comes to covering the rear, no one but me can do it. What, are you trying to steal the Shen family's job?"
An Ruoxing drew a deep breath.
Looking at the disheveled white hair drifting behind Shen Zhixuan's head, he suddenly felt as though his throat had been blocked.
He swallowed, but said nothing.