"A desperate battle? Do we have any hope of winning?" Zhang Bin looked at Master Xueyin with a strange gaze.
He felt that Master Xueyin had changed a lot; she seemed completely unable to get angry with him anymore. Now, she seemed very concerned about him.
"No," Master Xueyin said sorrowfully. "But it's better than being violated and killed."
"You are all righteous people who have accumulated great merit, so they won't dare to kill you wantonly. It's me they hate. As long as I'm dead, they will likely let you go," Zhang Bin said earnestly. "In any case, we can't give up on a sliver of hope. Isn't that right?"
After speaking, he shook off Master Xueyin's hand and strode out of the Great Array.
"Zhang Dahuai..." Master Xueyin's voice choked with sobs, and tears streamed from her eyes, falling one after another like pearls from a broken string.
"Zhang Bin..."
At that moment, many cultivators, especially the women, began to cry. The rest also had red-rimmed eyes.
