Basal witnessed Wenducheng's death, slapped his waist with a backhand motion, and drew a Burmese saber. Its blade was thin as paper and supple as water. He shouted, "I'll cover the retreat!"
Wuzhumuqin's status was different. Had it been anyone else, Basal would have turned and fled without hesitation. But if Wuzhumuqin died in the Central Plains, the Eternal Life Holy Church would likely go mad. As the sole survivor, he would never escape implication, and even the White Camel Tribe might be dragged into it.
Wang Chong planted his sword in the ground and shouted, "Master Xuangang, hold your hand!"
He looked at Wuzhumuqin and said gently, "When I said just now that I liked strong, vigorous women of the great grasslands, I wasn't being false. Both your companions are dead. If you keep fighting, you have absolutely no chance of survival either. I'm willing to let you leave. I ask only that you remember me."
Wuzhumuqin and Basal both froze. Neither could have imagined that Wang Chong would let them leave when he held every advantage.
Customs on the great grasslands were open. If a man said he liked a woman, even if she did not accept him, she would still consider it something to take pride in. Wuzhumuqin smiled radiantly and said, "Then thank you! But the next time we meet, I'll kill you."
Wang Chong chuckled and recited in a lilting voice, "To die beneath peony blossoms, even as a ghost I'd be a romantic. This fine head awaits a beauty's blade."
Wuzhumuqin knew this young man was ruthless, showing not the slightest mercy when he struck. Though she could not understand why he would let her and Basal leave, she did not quite believe he admired her. She used her lightness skill to break away