After hearing Zheng Zhuxi's words, Xie Fengchao sighed inwardly with heartfelt admiration:
As expected of the daughter and personal disciple of Tao Wenshu, the "Upright Sword." Her declaration that words must become deeds and deeds must bear fruit rang out like stone striking the ground.
He turned his gaze toward Pan Yunzhou's austere, old-fashioned face.
As a guest elder of the Xiaoming Sect, Pan Yunzhou could not be considered entirely representative of its ethos. They still had to see what he himself decided.
At that moment, Pan Yunzhou did feel an urge to withdraw:
If they were only pursuing the Three Fiends of Xiao City within Dingjiang Prefecture, he would certainly have agreed without hesitation. After all, he had sparred with Zheng Zhuxi and knew this young woman's true strength, and he had heard how terrifying Xie Fengchao's five signature hidden weapons were. Their side also had strength in numbers and could seek reinforcements at any time. But tracking their quarry into the deep mountains north of the river was simply too dangerous. They would be strangers in unfamiliar territory, with no route of retreat. The slightest slip could leave them trapped in a desperate situation.
Yet he had only just managed to become familiar with Zheng Zhuxi and Xie Fengchao and earn a place in this pursuit. If he shrank back now, his standing in the eyes of these two favored prodigies and that Light Cavalry Commandant would likely plummet to rock bottom. Making friends with them afterward would be difficult.
As his thoughts wound through a hundred twists and turns, he remembered that even Brother Ding, who had only perfected aperture refinement, dared to take the risk. Pan Yunzhou gritted his teeth and said with a smile:
"Isn't it just venturing deep into Gan and Yu and tracking