The Four Symbols Sect could not have been acting with just the group of people present here; individuals were lying in ambush all around the nearby bamboo groves. At Zhao Changhe's disruption, alarm bells rang from all corners, everyone rushing in the direction of Zhao Changhe.
Among them were individuals of at least the Seventh or Eighth Layer of the Mystical Gate, highlighting the Four Symbols Sect's formidable strength.
Zhao Changhe was like a tiny ant being chased by a herd of elephants, rapidly fleeing into the bamboo forest.
Han Wubing watched, dumbfounded. You hadn't shown that it was this serious before. Were you afraid I wouldn't be able to resist drawing my sword so you intentionally put yourself in danger? How admirably loyal!
Xia Chichi also frowned. Zhao Changhe would certainly not sabotage his own mission on purpose, unless he felt it was not to his advantage but he couldn't convey the message and had to risk destruction.