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Quasen watched woodenly as the silver-haired young man left directly aboard the Azure Wind Sail, without ordering another pursuit. The five of them, at full strength and fighting together, had still been unable to stop him. Three had even been wounded—one had lost a hand, another a foot. And that was with the other side showing mercy. Otherwise, for at least those three injured men, the severed parts would not have been their hands or feet, but their heads.
Quasen watched the silver-haired young man's departing back with a complicated expression, unable to say what he felt for a time.
"Why have you stopped pursuing him?" Seeing the silver-haired young man leave, the Wu clan's Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator flew over on his spirit eagle, so furious that he was nearly beside himself.
"The people of my Qua clan have done everything they could. You saw what happened just now. That silver-haired young man was simply too strong."
Quasen glared at him irritably. They had fought so bitterly just now, and if that silver-haired young man had not spared them because they had refrained from attacking the Golden Core female cultivator, several of them would already have been dead. If the other man's killing intent had flared and he had fought them without restraint, perhaps none of the five would have survived. That fellow had hidden far away just now, yet now he had come shamelessly rushing forward.
"No matter how strong he is, we can't simply let him leave. Otherwise, he'll bring endless trouble," the Wu clan's Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator said.
"If you're dissatisfied, you can catch up and fight that silver-haired young man yourself." Qua Han had long disliked him and