Seemingly in agreement with Lu Mingyu, Chen Feng unusually did not press the matter any further.
"I want to protect this Jiuhua."
Chen Feng said it flatly.
At that, Lu Mingyu shook his head. "Sorry, but you really can't protect this Jiuhua."
"Why?"
"Because he may not need your protection."
As he spoke, Lu Mingyu looked again at the information Ao Chuang had provided.
It contained not only Jiuhua's past, but also his conversations with Li Changsheng and the others.
Looking at it all, Lu Mingyu sighed. "Cultivators have the pride of cultivators. The two of us have some strength, but we cannot save everyone under heaven."
"Forget everyone under heaven—even Jiuhua standing before us cannot be saved by you or me."
Chen Feng fell silent at that answer.
Because he knew that everything Lu Mingyu said was true.
As a sword cultivator, Chen Feng understood Jiuhua's feelings better than anyone.
At that thought, Chen Feng raised his head. "Let's go. If we can't protect Jiuhua, protecting the Nine Splendors World will do."
"It has been years since I last drew my sword. I've long been itching to move."
Looking into Chen Feng's resolute eyes, Lu Mingyu teased, "I know this Lu Fenghua, and it seems he has the slightest bit of a connection to me."
"How about leaving him to me?"
Hearing Lu Mingyu's suggestion, Chen Feng drew a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Ming Yu, Jiuhua is a Loose Cultivator. I'm not much stronger than he is."
"If you joke about this again, I really will draw my sword and kill you."
"You and Mister are both people who lay out plans for the world. We Loose Cultivator sword cultivators protect nothing more than our little patch of ground."
"Must you strip away even this last