Zhao Ya's face was full of worry, but she couldn't go over there. With her current strength, going over would be nothing but a pure burden!
Yet watching Chen Jie frequently be at a disadvantage, she felt quite uncomfortable in her heart.
Beside her, the little Taoist was also worried and said, "That Hero won't lose to that Evil Monk, right!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya looked at the little Taoist, composed herself, and said, "No, he won't be defeated!"
This was a kind of blind confidence, but Zhao Ya was just that confident.
Listening to these words, the little Taoist said, "Hm, I also think the Hero won't lose. Evil cannot prevail over good; there is no time when justice loses to evil."
After hearing the little Taoist's words, Zhao Ya smiled but didn't speak. The little Taoist was right; evil cannot prevail over good; there is no time when justice loses to evil. Yet he didn't know there was another interpretation of these words.
