"Just let them into the mountain like this?"
Atop Bixiao Peak, Luo Yong took a swig of wine, watching from afar as the Frost Soul Knight advanced, observing the palanquin ascending the mountain.
He suddenly felt a bit of sorrow. Among the one hundred and eight peaks and thousands of disciples, they could only stand on the mountain watching the outside enemy.
"How ridiculous, how cowardly, how pathetic!"
He picked up the wine gourd he had only recently acquired, muttering indistinctly, "Damn it all..."
Then he staggered down the mountain.
Bixiao Peak was already deserted; he was the only one guarding it, so he descended alone.
Luo Yong didn't care much, perhaps his legs were left impaired after being broken by Xue Dulong, recently his legs were becoming less nimble, almost as if he were a cripple.
