Chi Yu took in the scene and was about to say something to Xie Xiyi when Xie Xiyi cut him off first. "If you want to plead for him, save your breath."
Chi Yu froze, then hurriedly said, "No, no, I wasn't going to plead for him."
How could he be unable to tell right from wrong? From what the Crown Prince had said, Mingxin had secretly attacked him, and Senior Brother Qingxuan hadn't denied it. Most likely, he had seen it too. In that case, how could Chi Yu ask the Crown Prince to save him? Wouldn't that put him in the wrong with everyone?
Chi Yu said, "I wanted to ask, Senior Brother Xuanji, can you really handle all this?"
As he spoke, he used his Sword Technique to disperse the thick mist. Although he was highly tense, with the Crown Prince beside him keeping him safe, Chi Yu actually wasn't afraid.
Xie Xiyi said, "That isn't something you need to worry about-upper right. Don't get distracted. Are you letting my words go in one ear and out the other?"
Chi Yu: "..."
Even a dean of discipline wasn't this strict!
Still, he knew Senior Brother Xuanji was sparing no effort to guide him. Though he bore the title of senior brother, he was already acting as his master.
He stopped sparing any attention for anyone else and obediently swung his sword according to Xie Xiyi's instructions, his mind free of distractions. Even when his arms ached dully from swinging, he dared not pause for an instant, afraid of letting the Crown Prince's kindness go to waste.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he truly ran out of strength. Not a trace of Spiritual Power remained in his body, and his meridians throbbed with a