"Alright, I'll leave it to you."
The middle-aged man in the purple robe nodded.
"However."
The Black Veil Woman slowly spoke, "Without the exhaustion of other people, I... can't guarantee I will be able to kill him."
Her voice was like ice from the depths of a lake; it wasn't cold, but it lacked warmth and emotional fluctuation.
"If you're uncertain, just manage to fight him to a mutual defeat."
The middle-aged man in the purple robe said.
The Black Veil Woman made no further response, as the latter did not understand what she meant.
Being unable to guarantee a kill did not mean she would lose.
After all, to kill a formidable opponent like Lin Zhexuan, preventing him from even conceding, would require overwhelming power.
But to win did not require that.
Swoosh!
As the Black Veil Woman stepped into the Demon Ancestor Dojo, a cheer erupted from the Human Race for Lin Zhexuan's encouragement.
