Qi Mu did not respond; he cast his eyes down over the battle formation below, where the cold gleams from the armor were glaringly obvious. He immediately grasped the easterners' plan, his mind went blank, and he looked around, not knowing how many people were hidden in the mist.
"It is said that the Li Family ancestor has the eighth layer of Qi cultivation and is skilled in swordsmanship, having consumed pure nature's spiritual energy. If we attempt to flee now, I'm afraid we won't get far…"
"My lord! Let me confront this Shamo Li."
The few Qi cultivators nearby, unaware of the risks, eagerly stepped forward with clasped hands, volunteering bravely. Only Zhong Yudai, an old retainer left by his father Mu Jiaoman, remained silent, his hands trembling as he stared down at the troops nervously, lifting his head to look at Qi Mu, mouth agape but without saying a word.
"You... and you, both of you go and test him."
