"Are you sure? Leaving the responsibility to withdraw from the entire battlefield on Ye Ruozai's shoulders!" Lin Junzhao asked, responding to Pei Yan.
"I'm sure! If Xia Yu chooses to withdraw, I will take on the attack from three people alone on the battlefield. Even though it's dangerous, I should be able to hold on until Old Zheng joins the battle!"
"Alright, I will convey your intentions to her. However she chooses, it's up to her!" Understanding Pei Yan's resolve, Lin Junzhao didn't argue further and left with just one remark, his voice fading from Pei Yan's mind.
Noticing Lin Junzhao slip away from his body, Pei Yan wanted to find time to check on Xia Yu and the others, but realized that his fist froze mid-air. With a mental curse, he suddenly plummeted towards the ground.
