To Ke Rujing, the sect's survival, its honor, his disciples' lives, his own reputation—none of them mattered as much as his life.
As long as he lived, he still had everything!
If he died, what would be the point of preserving the Flying Swan Sect's seven-hundred-year legacy?
So that, after his death, some future disciple might occasionally sigh, "If not for Elder Ke back then, our sect might have been finished"?
No!
He was not that noble. He could not sacrifice himself for others.
If Huang Tian had been weaker, Ke Rujing would gladly have captured and killed him. But the force of those arrows alone told him that Huang Tian was certainly no weaker than he was!
If anything, Huang Tian seemed a little stronger!
He would never risk his life fighting such a formidable opponent.
"While I live, the Flying Swan Sect lives. Only if I die will it truly perish!"
As long as he escaped today, his third-rank strength would let him found another Flying Swan Sect.
If Huang Tian remained in Qin Province, he could go to another province. At worst, he could go to the Lan Kingdom or the Prosperous Kingdom. Surely Huang Tian would not leave Great Gan and pursue him forever?
As Ke Rujing raced through the secret tunnel, Huang Tian stood atop the towering stone pillar and looked toward the town outside the sect grounds. The tunnel's exit lay at its southern edge.
He pressed down with his toes. With a boom, the massive pillar cracked beneath his foot and toppled. Using the recoil, he spread his arms like great wings and soared beyond the sect grounds.
After gliding more than a hundred yards, he stepped off a tall tree and sped toward the south end of town.
On the ground, the