After Guo Jing had put some distance between himself and Mount Song, Qiu Chuji roared from his back, "Guo Jing, put me down!"
"You saw a fiend of the demonic path and fled without a fight! Is that what Senior Brother Ma taught you? Or did Senior Hong Qigong teach you that?"
Guo Jing stammered, unsure how to explain. Huang Rong immediately said, "Sect Leader Qiu, didn't you feel that wildly violent sword intent coming from the summit?"
"The Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult might already be a supreme expert in the Heaven-Man Realm!"
Qiu Chuji snorted. "So what if he's in the Heaven-Man Realm? Even if he's invincible under heaven, we cannot retreat!"
"Every extra person means another measure of strength. If each of us wears away a little of his true qi, we can still kill him."
"If the Beggars' Gang and the Quanzhen Sect leave, will the other sects and people of the Jianghu stay? How will they view our two organizations in the future?"
He would rather die at the hands of the Sun Moon Demon Cult's Right Envoy than flee, because he also represented the Quanzhen Sect, the foremost religious sect in Great Song!
The other Quanzhen disciples dared not make a sound. They knew their sect leader's temper.
"Guo Jing, take the Southern Beggars' Gang disciples and go. The Quanzhen Sect won't travel with you, nor do we have the face to meet our fellow martial artists. Once I return, I will enter seclusion and challenge the Demon Cult's Right Envoy at Blackwood Cliff in the future."
Guo Jing opened his mouth, but Huang Rong tugged his sleeve and led him away.
"Brother Jing, Sect Leader Qiu is taking all the blame for fleeing upon himself. Let's hurry, too. We must