This time, the Qian Family was still at the very back of the group, serving as the rear guard.
Qian Ying watched as the Ouyang Family members ahead of them rappelled down, their number gradually dwindling. Yet his gaze remained fixed on Chen Mo and the Zhou Family Martial Artists, his eyes holding an unreadable look.
Seeing where Qian Ying was looking, Qian Wantong stepped forward and asked, "Elder Qian, should I arrange for someone to...?"
Qian Ying turned to look at Qian Wantong. The corners of his mouth twitched, and after sighing, he said, "You? Forget it. Don't alert the enemy. That youngster's strength isn't something you can match."
Hearing Qian Ying put him down like that, Qian Wantong's face reddened with embarrassment. He muttered speechlessly, even feeling that his own elder was undermining his confidence while boosting someone else's.
Seeing Qian Wantong's expression, Qian Ying chuckled again. "Don't think I'm wrong. I only just figured something out—we've all been played by that youngster named Li Mo."
Qian Wantong was immediately astonished. "Elder Qian, how is that possible? You and Elder Zhou..."
"Hehe. You think Elder Zhou and I have eaten more salt than that youngster has eaten rice, don't you?" Qian Ying asked.
Qian Wantong nodded. "Isn't that true? No matter what, you've seen far more than a youngster like him. How could you have been played by him?"
Qian Ying shook his head. "Sigh, you should just keep an eye on the Qian Family people. Arrange the team's logistics, organize its movements, handle emergencies, and see to the wounded. Don't meddle in anything else. Just stand aside and watch carefully."
He was once again disappointed in Qian Wantong, though he did not feel much about it. He had already been disappointed before, so this time was nothing