Back in Roaring River Martial City, Su Xiangcai had just received Liang Youwen's orders — to hold back for now and strike only when the time was right, taking down both Lu Yi and his opponent in one move.
He turned to Sang Shenzhen and the others. "Looks like I was right. Even the Palace Master agrees."
A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Now we can sit back and watch for a bit."
"Good!" Sang Shenzhen and the rest nodded, their faces brightening.
"Elder Su is still as sharp as ever."
A few of them began laughing, tossing out compliments, clearly eager to stay on his good side.
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In the distance, where the battle raged on, Lu Yi kept part of his focus on Su Xiangcai's group of five. They hadn't moved an inch, and questions spun through his mind. What's going on? Why are they just standing there?
Do they see me as nothing more than a sparring partner—to polish that so-called prodigy from the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace?
