Gan Mingfeng was a practical man. Because he was practical, Jian Si had found him and forced him to obey, to work for Jian Si, all because he feared disaster befalling himself.
And now, again because he was practical, Gan Mingfeng began worrying over how his future self would bring matters to a close.
Within the dark cave, Gan Mingfeng had sat alone for three hours. His mind had fallen into a fierce battle between heaven and man, and after a long while, he finally reached a decision.
"I can't sit here waiting for death. I can't simply follow Jian Si's arrangements. I can't wait for the Seven Star Tower people to arrive. If things proceed as Jian Si said, I definitely won't escape unharmed."
As a practitioner of the Heavenly Dipper Great Array, Gan Mingfeng had a considerable understanding of this formation, while those experts of the Seven Star Tower had studied it even more deeply than he had.
If they had set up the formation and then been defeated, there was no way six would die while one escaped—unless the one who escaped had been a problem from the very start. This was the truth one could infer from an understanding of martial arts alone.
And if they had not set up the formation and he had fled for his life alone, that was also highly problematic. For instance, if he had sensed danger but failed to notify the others, causing everyone to die, that would be cowardice in the face of death and abandoning his fellow disciples—a crime that a hundred deaths could not atone for.
As for the reasons and excuses Jian Si had concocted for him, none of them could withstand scrutiny. They left behind far too many flaws and loopholes.
If he truly thought