Martial Path people really were rather straightforward!
Lin Heng had spelled it out so plainly, yet he still did not understand.
"Martial Man, did you get it?"
Martial Man froze for a moment, then looked back at Smoke Ghost and Plowman behind him. Both men promptly took a step back without saying a word.
"(òωó?) Lord Lin, why did you suddenly ask me?!"
"(ー`′ー) Steamed blackfish..."
At that moment, Yun Yao could not hold back any longer. She shoved Duan Shuyun and Leng Qingqiu aside, walked up to Lin Heng, and said, "I really can't watch this anymore. You can't even understand such a simple truth!"
"The Medical Path people never expected your Black Tortoise Hall to accomplish anything!"
"So what if you're a Martial Saint? What qualifications or strength does a Martial Saint have to contend against an Immortal Sect?"
"So, from the moment your son wanted to kill my junior brother, you had already stepped into a trap. Within this trap, Black Tortoise Hall was destined to end up like this today—slaughtered to the last man!"
"Just imagine it: a dignified Martial Saint... the strongest expert in the Martial Path realm, cornered and brutally killed by people from an Immortal Sect, with not a single one left alive. How great an impact would that have on your martial world..."
"You should have friends, right? You should have former students and old officials, right? Would they avenge you? Would your death as a Martial Saint make them completely fall out with Green Pavilion Sect?"
Yun Yao stood with her hands on her hips. Lin Heng had been tugging at her from the side, but she only got more fired up as she spoke, suddenly flinging her hand out and punching him.
(ノ_ゝ＼(｀^′)＞
"Lin Heng, what are you doing? I'm