"Junior Brother, you..."
Pan Zhiting looked at her junior brother. Despite his injuries, he was still urging her not to act rashly. After a long silence, she let out a heavy breath.
"I'll listen to you this time."
The moment she spoke, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy that had surged like towering waves dispersed. The entire stretch of sea returned to its former calm.
In truth, Sect Master Luo's combat strength had far exceeded anything she had expected of him.
She even had a faint feeling that if she fought him herself, she might not be his match.
Rather than storm his doorstep only to invite humiliation, she might as well take her junior brother's advice as a way to climb down.
Pan Zhiting had also come to understand why Senior Yezhou of the Tianyan Sect had suddenly stepped forward on the man's behalf, even at the cost of offending certain members of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea.
A cultivator from the Hidden Dragon Emergence Land had, in just a few short years, gained the strength to defeat her junior brother—and perhaps even her.
She felt that if she told anyone in the sects of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea what had happened, they would treat it as a joke, not as something that had truly occurred.
"Forget it. Every sip and every bite in this world has its appointed cause."
"Junior Brother, I can hardly deny my share of the blame for what's happened to you!"
"But you're my father's Personal Disciple."
"You're gravely injured, and even the Transposition Jade Slip that saved your life is damaged this badly. Once we return, I'm afraid this won't be easy to hide!"
"Sigh..."
With a long sigh, Pan Zhiting hoisted the short, stout young man onto