The three of them dared not fly out in the open. They planned to slip farther away through the mountain woods first.
But Shi Chun's stunt had already exposed them.
After dodging Bian Que's attack, the Green-Robed Man bared a mouthful of blood in a grin and suddenly let out a sinister laugh. "Why haven't you seized them yet?"
His laughter echoed through the mountains.
Feng Chi and Xiang Lan'er abruptly stiffened as they tried to slink away. Neither needed to look to know those words were directed at them.
Wu Jinliang turned at the sound in the woods and saw them stop. He immediately beckoned again. "Hurry, come on!"
Leave, my ass. Xiang Lan'er and Feng Chi could not leave. They could go now, sure—if they could guarantee the Green-Robed Man would lose and die. Otherwise, they would be running for the rest of their lives.
They shot out almost one after the other, urgently pursuing Bian Weikang in the direction he had fled.
Wu Jinliang understood too, but he had neither the responsibility nor the obligation. He muttered, "I'm not with the Demonic Path."
When he needed to be, he was. When he did not, he was not.
He turned and ran. First he would escape this hornet's nest, then use the Wind Scales to flee far away.
Alarmed to see more ambushers, Bian Que immediately swept his sleeves and gave chase, intending to kill Xiang Lan'er and Feng Chi as they raced above the woods. Even if he could not escape himself, he had to do his utmost to ensure someone did.
How could the Green-Robed Man, his mouth awash with blood, allow him to intervene? Like a green-winged bat, he flashed sideways to intercept. Though wounded, he had defended with all the power of his cultivation