Hearing his words, Fu Junzhuo looked at him in some surprise. She had never expected the wastrel in her mind to possess such insight. "Junyu, he is right. Staying here is the best course of action."
Fu Junyu frowned slightly. "But the Eastern Islanders will find us sooner or later. Jia, sneak out and notify the people at the Goryeo Hostel. Have them send someone to meet us."
Song Qingshu shook his head. "You two sisters are Goryeo's strongest fighters. If even you have been brought down, what use are the rest? Unless you seek justice from Western Xia—but the Eastern Islanders can simply deny everything. You have no evidence, and Western Xia is unlikely to offend the stronger Eastern Islands for the sake of the weaker Goryeo."
Fu Junyu looked deeply vexed. "It was all my fault. If I hadn't rashly rushed out just now, we wouldn't be in such a passive position."
Fu Junzhuo hurriedly comforted her. "You needn't blame yourself. None of us expected the people from the Eastern Islands to be so skilled." Sasaki Kojirō alone had been so formidable, and Miyamoto Musashi had not even made a move. The thought filled her with despair. In all of Goryeo, perhaps only their master could handle those two. But the Eastern Islands still had two even more powerful Sword Saints. If the Eastern Islands truly sent a great army eastward one day, how could they possibly resist?
"Compared to seeking help, your injuries are the urgent matter. If they are not treated soon, I'm afraid..." Song Qingshu looked at their blood-soaked skirts and could not help sighing that Sasaki Kojirō truly had no tenderness for women, using such vicious moves on two young ladies.
"These minor injuries won't kill me," Fu Junzhuo said stubbornly, though cold sweat