Finally, if all these efforts failed, Pei Ye would even find a way to appeal to Ming Qitian after she returned to Bowang-Cloud Lang Mountain was the highest tier of the Dao Initiation Assembly, with an influence over the Sword Cultivation Academy second only to the Great Tang court.
In short, this matter could certainly be resolved properly off the stage. Over these two days, as Shang Huaitong swept all before him, Jade Feather and some of their other friends had grown rather angry and restless, but Pei Ye was not someone easily provoked.
He had ample patience and could tolerate the occasional icy glance Shang Huaitong cast his way. All he needed to do was enjoy, peacefully and happily, the Martial Competition he had awaited for so long. If he won, he won; if he lost, he lost. Shang Huaitong was not in his sights.
This was precisely what he had advised the woman-staking one's life in the arena simply cost more than it gained, regardless of victory or defeat.
"...It isn't about trusting anyone. I just can't leave everything to other people, Pei Ye." Zhang Junxue lowered her head. "From the beginning, I intended to do this alone. Only later did I meet all of you, and Piao Qing even gave me the Ascension Pill. Now, I'm simply doing what I was going to do in the first place. If I don't kill him, it won't affect your plans."
"No."
Zhang Junxue looked up.
Pei Ye exhaled softly. "That's not how it is, Junxue. Since there's a safe way, you don't need to take the risk."
He looked at her and said, earnestly and directly, "Shang Huaitong strikes viciously. If you suffer an irreversible injury, or even lose your life, what meaning would killing him have for us?"