Guo Huai'an had yet to spell things out, but the meaning between the strings was already obvious enough.
What he meant was nothing more than to point out to Yang Chen: how confident were you that you could deal with Xuan Zhen?
If they could win, fine. But if they truly could not defeat him, the ones who would suffer losses in the end would still be the members stationed here. Even if they fought to a draw, they would still be the ones at a disadvantage.
Forget a draw—among humanity, there was not yet a cultivator who could last the time it took to drink a cup of tea against Xuan Zhen.
How could Yang Chen fail to understand Guo Huai'an's meaning? His brows furrowed, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.
His concerns about dealing with Xuan Zhen were completely different from Guo Huai'an's.
What concerned him was whether, after confirming Xuan Zhen's location at the first possible moment, he could intercept Xuan Zhen's path.
If their forces scattered and Xuan Zhen wreaked havoc throughout the mine tunnels, how could he lock onto Xuan Zhen and subdue him at the first opportunity?
To carry out a perfect interception, their forces had to be twisted into a single rope, all guarding one location and waiting quietly for Xuan Zhen to arrive.
Yang Chen's expression turned cold. "Brother Guo, just do as I say."
"This..." Guo Huai'an clearly did not trust Yang Chen very much.
If Yang Chen truly had that kind of ability, why not simply guard the front line? Why cower in the rear?
What he did not know was that Yang Chen was not afraid—he simply could not appear on the front line. If Xuan Zhen discovered him that early, Yang Chen could not guarantee