"Third Uncle, run! If Fan Zhongkun comes back, we're dead!" Lin Chusheng had been knocked unconscious when his third uncle threw him down earlier. After coming to, he crawled over and tugged at the hem of Lin Kuisheng's robe, his face woebegone.
"Get out of here! You're a disgrace to the Heavenly Sword Sect!" Lin Kuisheng shouted, kicking Lin Chusheng away.
Lin Chusheng had practically had his courage shattered by fright. When he realized his third uncle intended to stay and fight Fan Zhongkun, how could he accept that? Wasn't that courting death?
Even if his uncle wanted to court death, he couldn't drag him into it.
Seeing Lin Chusheng about to lunge toward him again, a flicker of anger at his spinelessness crossed Lin Kuisheng's face. He roared, "Who do you think you are? Are you even worth Fan Zhongkun killing? We're the ones Fan Zhongkun is after. Didn't you see that the people behind us earlier were all fine? Get out of here now, or once Fan Zhongkun comes back, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
Although Lin Chusheng was somewhat disappointed in this nephew of his, he was his nephew, after all, and he did not want Lin Chusheng to die here just like that.
Lin Kuisheng's roar seemed to bring Lin Chusheng somewhat to his senses. Remembering how the people behind him had scattered in every direction without Fan Zhongkun making any move to kill them, he believed him.
"Go! Only once you're gone can I fight without reservations," Lin Kuisheng shouted.
Lin Chusheng nodded and called to Lin Kuisheng, "Third Uncle, be careful."
Then, without looking back, he fled the way they had come. He decided to escape back to Mist City first and worry about the rest later. After