By then, Zhao Yunhui also understood that she had to leave.
She trusted Yan Zhong. Once she and the others left, given their strength, no one could stop them if they wanted to go.
"Take care, Uncle Yan."
"Senior Jiang, be careful too!"
"Hurry and go. We'll hold this old devil off. As for those Jianghu people who just arrived, I'm afraid we won't have time to deal with them. Be careful yourselves," Yan Zhong said.
"Martial Nephew Huang, whatever happens, you must stay alive, even if it means handing over the Seven Spirit Blades," Jiang Ying said as well.
"Don't worry, Senior Jiang!" Huang Xiao replied.
If he truly had no other choice, he could naturally hand over the Seven Spirit Blades. Whatever happened, he would not let the two women suffer along with him.
Of course, even if he handed over the Seven Spirit Blades, he had to choose the circumstances. Simply giving them to someone would clearly not do.
Even if that person did not kill him, the others would probably still believe the blade was on him.
If he handed over the Seven Spirit Blades, he had to do it in front of countless Jianghu people. That would prove he no longer had them; otherwise, there would be no end to his troubles.
Still, all of that depended on the situation. At least for now, there was no need.
After Huang Xiao and the two women left, Yan Zhong gave a soft chuckle. "Brother Jiang, you really do care about this martial nephew of yours!"
"What else can I do? His master was one of my closest friends. Now that his master is gone, as his elder, I naturally can't let others bully him," Jiang Ying sighed.
Yan Zhong said nothing more. He kept feeling