"Why did they withdraw?"
"And so quickly..."
The Sun Sword Heir and the Taiyin Sword Heir were stunned.
Suddenly, they looked at each other.
A moment later—
"Jiang Dingzi!"
"Dwarf!"
They shouted at the same time.
The first was the Taiyin Sword Heir; the second was the Sun Sword Heir.
The Sun Sword Heir had let that nickname slip again. He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth and glanced around, looking terribly guilty.
"It had to be that bastard."
"It had to be."
The Taiyin Sword Heir took a deep breath. "He always appears out of nowhere and vanishes just as suddenly, leaving the two of us here to be ganged up on and beaten senseless. He's awful."
"Absolutely awful!!"
"Shameless and despicable!!!"
"Yes."
"It must be him."
The Sun Sword Heir wholeheartedly agreed with his Dao companion's assessment, then asked in confusion, "Come to think of it, wherever a Dao Child appeared before, he was sure to turn up. Why didn't he come here this time? Why appear somewhere else instead?"
"Has he had a change of heart?"
"Doesn't he like Dao Children anymore?"
The Sun Sword Heir was thoroughly puzzled.
If the Pure-Yang Sword Heir had appeared here and launched a sudden attack, then joined forces with them and drawn on the formation's power, they might have slain a Dao Child in one stroke. It would have been a great victory, sweeping away years of pent-up resentment.
"Hmph!"
"That man would never join forces with anyone."
The Taiyin Sword Heir sneered.
"As generations of Great Sun Sword Lords put it in the Great Sun Sword Scripture, joining forces with others is like eating cold leftovers—something a beggar would do."
The Great Sun Sword Scripture was one of the sect's inheritances, so she had naturally read it. Besides,