At those words, Qin Tianyi's heart tightened. He discreetly sized up Li Jiansong and sensed that he was indeed only at the Celestial Mid-Stage. His shrewd old eyes shifted, but he did not lower his guard.
This brat is sly as a fox. He never thinks of me when there's something good, but whenever trouble comes, he sends me into the vanguard. I certainly can't trust what he says.
Still, this Li Jiansong really is at the Celestial Mid-Stage. He isn't famous, and I've never heard of him possessing any formidable mystic wonder. Compared with the others, he really is the easiest to handle...
Could this brat have found his conscience and learned to respect the old and cherish the young?
Hmm, it isn't impossible. After all, I've done quite a bit on this trip. I held off that dragonman for them and bought them an opening.
As that thought surfaced in Qin Tianyi's mind, even Zhang Yuan looked considerably more agreeable to him. He immediately smiled and said, "Ah, my friend! My mystic wonder is quite respectable. Using it against someone merely at the Celestial Mid-Stage would be putting a little tool to a big task. Why not have me hold off that Sword Immortal and buy you some time?"
"Sure." Zhang Yuan grinned, about to agree.
"Ow! Why does my old back hurt so much? That dragonman must have landed some underhanded blow during our fight!"
Qin Tianyi suddenly let out a strange cry, talking loudly to himself. Then he sighed, his expression turning helpless. "Alas, my friend, my hidden injuries have flared up. I have less than half my strength left. I'm afraid I can't hold off that Sword Immortal. I can only try my hand against this Celestial Person of the Jingyang Li Clan..."
With that,