Zuo Xian did not expect the Golden Winged King to be defeated.
Defeated more miserably than he himself.
At least he managed to escape from the opponent's hands, but the Golden Winged King ended up getting entangled, was it because the opponent's strength grew stronger, or was the Golden Winged King genuinely weak, merely bearing the title of a Golden Clan descendant without the corresponding strength?
"Brother Zuo, are you not going to save Golden Wing Daoist?" someone asked.
Zuo Xian said solemnly, "The opponent has already gained the upper hand, even if I intervene, it's useless and might even incite the opponent's wrath, causing them to kill Golden Wing Daoist on the spot. Given the current circumstances, the opponent might not kill Golden Wing Daoist, after all, the Golden Clan's reputation is well-known, as long as there's even a sliver of apprehension, they wouldn't do so."
Fear is indeed fear.
Only Zuo Xian could explain it so logically.
"Hehe."
