"Why did you think of this, Junior Brother?" Hu Qi asked curiously.
Liang Qu grinned, "Didn't the Senior Brothers do the same for me back then? That old broken temple on Pingyang Mountain."
The senior brothers fell silent, unanimously showing expressions of recollection.
A blink of the eye.
Ten years.
It's truly remarkable.
Lu Gang hesitated, "Junior Brother, could there be danger? The Martial Arts Academy has several thousand students, with staggered admissions, uneven levels, some haven't even completed the Skin Pass. We're not afraid of the eventuality, just the myriad possibilities.
Back then, the reason we could assist you was that four of us only needed to protect one of you. If one of us diverted a bit of attention, we could manage it. But with these thousands of people, there's no group of tens of thousands to protect them."
