"Swords and sabers have no eyes—how can you blame me? Are you saying I should just obediently accept death!" Lang Daohou directly rebuked.
Seeing that another round of verbal sparring was about to erupt, all the Saints present turned their heads away. They looked at their noses, their noses at their hearts, feigning ignorance.
One could spend a lifetime honing skills, for there was no end to improvement, but life itself was one's own to protect.
Matters of life and death were best left to the Saints of the Daxuan Royal Family.
Fittingly, both Marquess Flame Sun and Lang Daohou were Saints of the royal clan, shouldering the responsibility of commanding various battlefronts.
The task of conquering Heaven Sea Pass, guarded by Baixiang Xuanjiang, should be left to them!
「Two days later.」
Hong Yuan's Sword Body and several other Martial Saints had arrived at the military encampment. The assembly of Saints resumed their discussions.
