The carriage had moved a suitable distance away before coming to a stop, just as it should have.
It continued until it was out of our sight.
"Huh?" I thought to myself that it was necessary to be this far away to truly help the leader.
Therefore, the coachman was keeping his distance to drain the strength of those who would challenge the leader.
The Blood Sect Leader, who had been watching, spoke in a cold tone. "……Enough. How far are you going?" Just when I thought the carriage would stop at a considerable distance, the Blood Sect Leader's irritating words caused it to move even further away.
It seemed the coachman was quite stubborn.
As everyone looked at each other in disbelief, the leader spoke.
"That's enough."
Only then did I hear the coachman's voice from afar.
"Yes, Leader."
It seemed that no matter how angry the Blood Sect Leader got, it had no effect on the coachman.
Now, the two who were to compete in lightness technique stood up simultaneously, splitting apart as if displeased.
In my mind, the long-distance was advantageous for the scholar in white, while the short-distance favored the Blood Sect Leader.
Naturally, the Blood Sect Leader would explode with power at the beginning, extending into the air, because the coachman had provoked him.
Human psychology is indeed fluid.