"But there isn't enough time."
Yang Qing watched the currents still swirling above his head. They were a sign that Heavenly Law was about to act.
So now, Yang Qing had only one path left: to step forward and face it.
He could not retreat.
Jiangli sighed softly too.
Actually, if Yang Qing had said he wanted to find another way, it could have thought of something.
It would simply have been more troublesome.
But at least Yang Qing's chances of surviving would have been much greater than they were now.
Yet Yang Qing had already stepped forward to face it.
So now, even it had no way back.
Even now, Yang Qing was still a frail scholar, the sort a gust of wind could knock over.
Yet this frail scholar had gone forward, knowing full well that he might never return.
Perhaps this was what people called a scholar's backbone.
Jiangli gave a soft sigh.
Yang Qing was a fool.
Had anyone else faced what had happened today, they would probably have accepted another arrangement without a second thought.
Whether they survived or not, at least they would still have had a choice.
But Yang Qing had chosen the hardest path outright.
Seeing that Yang Qing had already taken several quick steps forward, Jiangli gathered its scattered thoughts and trotted after him.
"Yang Qing, things have come this far. All we can do now is give it everything we have."
Jiangli spoke as it trotted behind Yang Qing.
"You have the Black Tortoise Heavy Armor. After being tempered several times, it can withstand ten attacks from a High God."
Jiangli tried to say everything it needed to in as few words as possible. "And you've consumed quite a lot of Demon Grass essence. All of that gives you strength