Song Wen's words seemed to move Jikong somewhat.
But he had not completely lowered his guard. He turned to look at Cizhou beside him, clearly seeking his opinion.
The latter stared fixedly at Song Wen, his sharp gaze seeming to pierce straight through him.
"Benefactor Extreme Yin, we monks trust you, but we do not trust those three. From the moment they saw us, the killing intent on the three of them has been far too strong. Clearly, they wish to put us to death."
"Since you wish to make peace, then please have the three of you withdraw ten thousand li. At that time, we will naturally leave, and we will not harm this Benefactor Feng in the slightest."
Song Wen suddenly smiled, and there was a trace of relief in his smile, as though a great weight had been lifted from his heart.
"Very well, as the Master wishes..."
But he seemed to think of something. His smile abruptly vanished, and his face tightened.
"However, you must not harm Fellow Daoist Feng again in the slightest. Otherwise, even if I must scour the blue heavens above and descend to the Yellow Springs below, I, Extreme Yin, will risk this life to seek justice for Fellow Daoist Feng."
"Rest assured, Benefactor. Those who have left the secular world do not speak falsehoods," Cizhou said.
Song Wen nodded and softly said to Xuan Li and Yuan Rong,
"Fellow Daoist Xuan Li, Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong, for Fellow Daoist Feng's safety, let us withdraw for now."
With that, he was the first to retreat backward.
Though Xuan Li and Yuan Rong were somewhat unwilling, they ultimately followed Song Wen and slowly retreated.
Only Feng Zhongli, trapped within the encirclement, watched Song Wen's receding figure with a complicated expression.
Once the three