Tang Yan marveled inwardly. Zi Yun's judgment had been spot-on: Zhu Zhao really had hidden in such a desolate place.
And Zhu Zhao's method of concealment had truly opened his eyes.
Had he not coughed, no one would have found him even if he had hidden there for another ten thousand years.
Walking up to Zhu Zhao, Tang Yan gazed at him and said calmly, "You act arrogantly and show too sharp an edge. Your sect's protection has kept you safe, but the seeds of disaster were already hidden within. It's no surprise you ended up like this."
"If I weren't injured, would you have a chance to stand here yapping? You're in no position to lecture me. Aren't you going to trade me for pills? Cut the crap and get on with it," Zhu Zhao sneered.
"Tang Yan, should we capture him?" Zi Yun asked.
"We don't yet know what caused their conflict. Throwing stones at someone who's fallen into a well without knowing the facts is no gentleman's act." After stopping Zi Yun, Tang Yan tossed over two porcelain bottles and a sword, saying steadily, "Young Master Zhu is no creature destined to remain in a small pond. It would truly be a pity for you to perish here.
"But others can help you once, not for your entire life. The Secret Realm is dangerous. Think three times before deciding your next move, Young Master Zhu!"
With that, Tang Yan left with the members of Reach the Summit.
Zhu Zhao stared at the pills and weapon that had landed beside his feet, rooted to the spot.
The person he had thought least likely to spare him had become his savior instead. For a moment, a hundred conflicting feelings filled his heart.
"Young Master Tang, I offended you greatly