Li Yang put away his sword.
He did not let Lu Qingqiu's words disturb his state of mind.
"I have my own pace. You don't need to tell me what to do.
Still, fighting you made me recognize my weaknesses, and that only strengthened my resolve to act according to my own plans.
Without accumulating small steps, you cannot travel a thousand miles; without gathering little streams, you cannot form rivers and seas.
If I'm no match for that traitor now, all the more reason not to lead everyone to their deaths.
Once someone becomes truly powerful enough, our advantage in numbers will only become part of his battle record."
A sword cultivator. A powerful sword cultivator. A powerful evil sword cultivator with no bottom line. A monstrous evil sword cultivator who was powerful, utterly unscrupulous, and possessed countless trump cards.
Such a person would surely have mastered profound arts of sword-command combat as well.
If that was the case, someone like him, without a single trump card, could not possibly defeat his opponent.
He was not some heaven-blessed protagonist from an old webnovel, stumbling into countless opportunities with an old grandpa living inside him, able to unleash all his trump cards against an unbeatable foe and have the last laugh.
All he could rely on was himself and the sword in his hand.
As an outer sword cultivator, his insufficient physical strength was one of his weaknesses.
Most importantly, he had no trump cards. That was fatal.
Lu Qingqiu fell silent for a moment.
She quietly swallowed a pill. "I'm sorry. My senior brother's death made me lose my composure. You're right. Even if we waste time going after him now, he can use his trump cards to escape. We'd only delay this crucial period for growing stronger."
Lu