"Yes, the complaints have grown more and more numerous!" Lan Qin answered without hesitation. "Moreover, even our Quanjin Mountain Disciples have begun to harbor doubts! After all... several thousand disciples have vanished!"
"What are they saying? What rumors are spreading?"
"Our Quanjin Mountain Disciples are naturally not comparable to Dao Sect cultivators! Great General's military discipline is strict. They merely have doubts and do not dare discuss it too much!"
A flash of gratification passed through Tu Hong's eyes. He nodded. "Good. These disciples have not failed the old man's many years of training!"
Yet he immediately showed some regret and said in a low voice, "Unfortunately... with a great enemy before us, the old man alone cannot hold up a single tree. I fear I will disappoint them..."
"Great General, rest assured," Lan Qin said with cupped hands. "Let alone ordinary Quanjin Mountain Disciples, even this old fellow—ever since following Great General—I have long resolved in my heart to live and die with Quanjin Mountain and follow Great General to the very end!"
"Hehe, if we can die together, then we can certainly live together as well!" Tu Hong raised a hand and laughed. "In truth, the situation is not quite so terrifying..."
"More than a dozen Illusion Sword Swordsmen!" A trace of despair flashed through Lan Qin's eyes. Tu Hong had long noticed that fleeting expression, but he did not expose it. He merely smiled. "Brother Lan, do not worry! Since Tu dares say this, then our Quanjin Mountain Disciples will certainly have a chance to survive!"
But Lan Qin remained half-convinced and half-doubtful. He knew that Tu Hong had hidden those several thousand Quanjin Mountain Disciples, but... no matter how many there were, they... they could not possibly be the match of more than a dozen late