Moral pressure worked quite well on prestigious sects, especially under the eyes of a crowd.
Yin Tianlu felt ashamed and angry at the accusation, yet could find nothing to say in rebuttal. Everyone present knew the Extreme Fire Sect was working with Forgetting Passion Valley. Now that Forgetting Passion Valley was in danger, the Extreme Fire Sect's continued failure to intervene was indefensible by any standard.
But the truth was that Wu Shanshan was now the only person who could find Shi Chun and his companions. How could he simply stand by and do nothing?
The magical treasure poised in his hand was no mere ornament, either.
He had held back only to avoid acting rashly. It was perfectly normal to weigh the situation and observe first. After all, the people in danger were not his own. Besides, the various magical treasures Forgetting Passion Valley had deployed in succession seemed capable of protecting them, which had also encouraged him to wait and see.
Now he realized that their seemingly endless magical treasures were all show and little substance, apparently of no great use. Even that impressive-looking invisibility treasure had proved useless, easily detected and pierced through with a single sword thrust.
That was all they amounted to.
Of course, his most important reason was to gauge the Masked Man's strength. Anyone bold enough to attack before so many witnesses warranted careful consideration. If the man proved far too powerful, Yin Tianlu would not send the Extreme Fire Sect out to die, whatever that did to its reputation. After all, the sect no longer had much hope of taking first place.
Only when Wu Shanshan caught the Masked Man's knife thrust and the two became locked in a stalemate did he realize the man's strength was nothing exceptional.
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