Over at the pass ramparts.
When Lin Heng carried the great chopping blade back, the entire temporary fortress was in an abnormal state of excitement.
True Person Xu led the people of the three great Immortal Sects up to meet him, his face filled with both delighted surprise and lingering fear.
Thankfully, back then, they had chosen to become Lin Heng's comrades.
Otherwise... today, their three great Immortal Sects would probably have long since become the ones used to fill the pits in this area.
Sometimes, thinking about it, "a wise man submits to circumstances"—but just how much submitting to circumstances counted as submitting to circumstances!
"Lin, Lin Sizhu..." True Person Xu swallowed. "That Martial Ancestor... was cut down by you with one slash just like that..."
"He's not dead. He ran."
Lin Heng casually rested the blade on his shoulder.
"Ah?" True Person Xu froze for a moment, then continued, "Then should we give chase?"
"Don't pursue a cornered bandit!" Lin Heng glanced at him. "If he were alone, then fine, but what if he still has other cards hidden behind him?
If I chased after him and chopped him down, then another one popped out afterward, which one of you people could hold them off? What I'm afraid of is that it's luring the tiger away from the mountain!"
After True Person Xu and the others heard this, they felt it made sense.
"All right, hurry up and reorganize your own people. Prepare to counterattack back immediately!"
After saying that, Lin Heng passed the crowd and walked toward Dugu Qingyang and the others.
The Old Ancestor stood there leaning on his wooden staff, his expression rather complicated as he stared at Lin Heng for quite a while.
"Turtle grandson."
"(?ˉ?ˉ?) Old Ancestor, when we're in front of people,