Bao Wen remained silent, returning to the ranks of the Chasing Wind Bandits. He had to admit, the sword cultivator played his hand extremely well, defeating not just his skill, but his spirit too; more importantly, it cast a shadow over the subsequent battles.
"It's my fault, without the Saiqin, I don't even have the courage to fight to the death..."
Guo Yanzhi, who was always fiercely independent and sharp-tongued, unexpectedly patted his shoulder in an uncharacteristic gesture,
"Junior brother, by unleashing the Yao Chicken, you have already proved your determination; it's just that the opponent was too powerful. Don't see him as just a sword cultivator, but his breadth of knowledge is indeed vast. If it were me, I would have done the same as you. Your retreat saved not just you alone!"
