Chen Wenmian did not make a move at this moment, remaining calm, and said:
"Uncle Ancestor, what do you mean by this?"
The old man laughed and said, "I am following the orders of Your Majesty, coming to this Western Regions battlefield. Originally, I intended to bring the Crown Prince back if things turned bad, but from beginning to end, there was never an opportunity."
Chen Wenmian said, "Jiang Su's Divine Weapon is indeed difficult to contend with."
The old man disregarded the mocking undertone in Chen Wenmian's gentle voice and only said, "Jiang Su's martial skills are indeed impressive, and he's stronger than he was over a decade ago. I, alone, am indeed not his match."
Chen Wenmian suddenly changed tactics, pulling out a short sword from somewhere and slashing at the old man's waist and abdomen.
The old man stepped forward, pressed down with his left hand, and grabbed Chen Wenmian's wrist:
"Crown Prince, why not wait for the old man to finish speaking?"
