When it came to craftsmanship, Wu Jinliang naturally refused to bow to anyone, but that depended on who he was up against. Tong Mingshan was an expert in this field. How could he compete?
He wanted to compare quantity, yet Shi Chun insisted on bringing up quality. What could he say to that? He could hardly say he wanted quantity and not quality.
Forget it. He dropped the subject and changed the topic with considerable discomfort. "That Lu Yin fellow is arrogant enough. He dares to chase us relentlessly all by himself. He has his team's command center behind him, tracking our movements. Even burrowing underground won't help. Either we throw away our tokens and armor now, or he'll catch up sooner or later. If you ask me, with all the magical treasures we're carrying, we might not need to fear him in a real fight."
There was something of an angry outburst in that. Under his usual rules of conduct, unless he had no choice, he never fought battles that offered neither confidence of victory nor anything to gain.
Shi Chun immediately rebuked him. "You think you're the only one with magical treasures? Can you guarantee he doesn't have anything stronger than ours? Wouldn't it be better to let someone else test his depths first? Besides, it's not that we're refusing to obey the Demonic Path. We have no choice because someone's trying to kill us. It would be a waste not to use such a good excuse. Now we can run wherever we please."
Wu Jinliang remained skeptical. "The problem is, we can't keep running for long. The command center has already calculated it. At this speed, he'll catch us within half an incense stick."
Shi Chun sneered. "Catch us, my ass. I don't believe the Demonic Path