What kind of mindset is this?
"Understood." Receiving a vague reply, Wei Wuque no longer pressed further but sighed and said, "I fear that in this city, only the Lonely Smoke Sword can be your match."
Chen Yi immediately thought of the Lonely Smoke Sword flashing like lightning in the desert, striking against the scabbard on his back.
Unlike Huang Jing, he held a certain dread for the Lonely Smoke Sword.
At that moment, Wei Wuque's voice broke through his thoughts,
"To challenge a sword in the Jianghu and to nearly justifiably kill Huang Jing—you've done well."
"Hmm."
"However... in the Jianghu, the fortunes of one affect the fortunes of all. Without the court's protection, I fear your infamy will spread far and wide, making future steps incredibly arduous."
Raindrops slid along the surface of the umbrella, and Wei Wuque's words fell as slowly as the rain.
Chen Yi chuckled: "Master Wei, are you recruiting me again?"
