Everyone looked over. It was Xiao Hua, who had been sitting behind them all along with his eyes closed in quiet cultivation. "From the sword cultivators' actions, they may be coveting something in Jiming Mountain! Tomorrow, we should go out and fight first, then see how things stand. If it truly does not work, flee at once. We are not disciples of Jiming Mountain; the sword cultivators may not care about us! Besides, they only want whatever is in Jiming Mountain. They will not care whether others scatter and flee!"
"Xiao Hua, the problem now is that we simply cannot outrun the sword cultivators!" Dui Ling said very seriously. She had never called Xiao Hua Martial Uncle, just as Xiao Hua did not address Cui Hongshen properly.
"Even if we cannot outrun them, we still have to run. There is no reason for us to sell our lives for Jiming Mountain!" Xiao Hua snorted disdainfully. "Even now, Jiming Mountain refuses to be frank with us. Who knows what secrets they are hiding?"
"Exactly! This concubine also feels there must be a great secret within!" Dui Qimeng echoed. "Otherwise, the sword cultivators would never have gathered here again after withdrawing last time!"
"What if some Jiming Mountain disciples reach Xuntian City and report that we Thunder Control Sect disciples stood by and watched them die, then fled before the battle?" Ming Mou blinked her beautiful eyes and asked.
"Yes! That is the most troublesome matter, and precisely what Cui is worried about!" Cui Hongshen sighed. "The Thunder Control Sect cannot afford to lose face!"
"Pah!" Xiao Hua sneered. "That depends on whether they can escape at all!"
"Junior Brother Xiao, if they cannot escape, can we?" Qiu Xu also sighed. "If we can escape, then they can escape as well!"
"Yes!"