Ming Hu listened, bitterness appearing on her face. "Indeed. Looking at it now, things turned out exactly as Daoist Friend Yang Chen said. We were all far too rash. If we had truly chosen to act as Daoist Friend Yang Chen did and not rushed to make a move, perhaps things would not have ended up like this."
Yang Chen said calmly, "Daoist Friend Ming Hu, there is no need to blame yourself. The course of events was not something you alone could decide. Enough, this is not the time to discuss such things. I only came to remind you not to hastily entertain thoughts of suicide. When I return later, I will rescue you."
Hearing this, Ming Hu felt grateful, yet also guilty.
She recalled how, when she had first met Yang Chen, she had firmly believed in him. Yet later, because of her clansmen's doubts, she too had begun to doubt Yang Chen.
Afterward, because Yang Chen had refused to travel with the group, she had even grown somewhat impatient with him. Looking back now, her face was already burning red with embarrassment, and she felt thoroughly ashamed.
If Yang Chen had not refused to travel with the group, how could there have been this scene today?
As she pondered this, Ming Hu remained concerned for her clansmen and could not help asking, "Then... what about the others?"
"As for the others, we can discuss that afterward." Yang Chen shrugged, showing no intention of rescuing them.
He would only do what was within his duty. Later, once he rescued True Man Yue Xing, True Man Yue Xing's strength, worn down by years of imprisonment, would likely be unable to reach even a fraction of its peak. In the end, he would be nothing but a burden. Escape with