After the meal.
Inside the inn's rest room.
Yue Buqun gestured for Ji Shu to sit.
He paced back and forth, looking deeply anxious.
"Zuo Lengchan is a shameless scoundrel. Tang Ying'e, Fei Bin, and the rest act as tigers' accomplices, utterly lawless. We merely killed Fei Bin and Ding Mian—we let Mount Song Sect off too easily. But having lost men, Mount Song Sect will absolutely not let this go. They will likely target us again. Ji Shu, you must raise your strength quickly so that you can protect our Mount Hua Sect."
Ji Shu solemnly acknowledged the order.
Yue Buqun had decisively stepped forward to support him when he was about to be surrounded and attacked. That moved Ji Shu deeply, filling him with gratitude. Since others treated him sincerely, he would surely treat them with sincerity in return.
As for whether he regretted killing Fei Bin this time? Of course he did not.
Ji Shu knew that his Lightness Skill was superb. Escaping would have been easy. He could even have slaughtered his way through Mount Song Sect before leaving, but at the time, several thousand people from Shaolin Temple, Wudang Sect, Qingcheng Sect, and other sects had been watching like tigers eyeing their prey.
Considering the enemy's overwhelming numbers and his own solitary position, even with profound swordsmanship and deep inner strength, slaughtering thousands of martial arts experts would surely exhaust his inner strength and leave him dead in the end.
Ji Shu had no desire to die. With the Talent Tower in hand, his future was boundless. How could he die here?!
Moreover, Yue Lingshan and the others of Mount Hua Sect were not strong enough. If he truly began a massacre, Mount Song Sect might well target Yue Lingshan and the others, leading to