I never expected the sect leader to speak of the law of protection.
In truth, exchanging last words, fighting, and even standing as a protector meant trusting the opponent, regardless of friend or foe.
That was what left me more astonished.
Human affairs are generally unpredictable.
It seemed the sect leader had sustained deep injuries, as he practiced his breathing techniques throughout the night.
I had no choice but to light a campfire and wait for his meditation to conclude.
While gazing at the fire, several questions arose in my mind to ask the sect leader, but in the end, I condensed them into one.
During that time, the sect leader's complexion changed five times, each with a time gap.
When the martial arts go awry, does it take longer to recover? Considering that the stronger the martial arts, the greater the backlash from the deviation, I thought it must have been difficult for the sect leader to remain sane.
Was that why he often secluded himself for training in his past life? He seemed like someone who could easily fall into deviation with just a hint of greed.
Perhaps he had been practicing such martial arts, living a life where he minimized his emotions to the utmost.
While waiting for the sect leader's meditation to end, I also burned some celestial jade.