"He knew he wouldn't die, so he exerted all his strength." Chaos retracted the light curtain and spoke.
Han Muye had nurtured He Yangsun for such a long time, relying on the support of the He family in Pagoda City to maintain his identity as a Refining and Forging Master.
Regardless, Han Muye wouldn't stand by and watch He Yangsun die now.
Only when those interceptors had all fled did He Yangsun slump to the ground, exhausted.
"Young Master!"
The He Family disciples in the caravan gathered around, intending to help him up.
He Yangsun waved them off, grabbed his Battle Puppet's arm, stood up, and then staggered to Han Muye's carriage.
He looked at the frame, took a deep breath, and then knelt down.
"Master Han, I beg you to avenge me."
With his head bowed and fists clenched, he spoke solemnly, "My family and I are willing to do anything for you."
There's no such thing as help without reason.