Dark Moon Lake shore.
"Brother Jiang Yan, what you just did seemed a little excessive. You shouldn't have acted that way."
"The Wuliang Sword Sect rules Moyun Prefecture with an iron fist and has grown used to throwing its weight around. Jian Twelve definitely won't swallow this loss without a word. Sooner or later, he'll come back for his honor."
"When that happens, your situation..."
Jiang Yan had confronted Jian Twelve and still retreated unscathed. He had even forced Jian Twelve to withdraw. Li Kuangdao naturally knew that he had truly misjudged him.
This young man who had followed him into the wasteland to hunt the strange creatures was unfathomably deep, with strength far beyond his imagination.
Even so, Li Kuangdao still felt that Jiang Yan's handling of the matter beneath Dark Moon Lake had lacked finesse.
If he possessed Jiang Yan's strength and were the one making the choice, he was certain he could have protected himself without offending Jian Twelve.
"Brother Kuangdao, I understand what you mean..."
"It's just that I truly had nowhere left to retreat at the time. If I took another step back, you and I might have been fine, but the others would have been in real trouble."
Jiang Yan smiled and swept his gaze around, his eyes passing over the nearby Rogue Cultivator martial artists with pointed meaning.
The Divine Might Army had made it plain that the people of the Kuangdao Association were to serve as cannon fodder and scapegoats. If he had not stepped forward then, at least half of them would probably have died.
"Alas..."
Li Kuangdao sighed and nodded.
"I know. I know it all. This time, the Kuangdao Association and I owe you a debt. We all came out safe and sound, but you..."
He paused without saying