Do they really see profit as worthless in their eyes? Must they protect a disabled Xiang Qiyan at all costs?
"You... Just wait, puh!"
He opened his mouth toward the Paper Person, spat out four words, then another mouthful of black blood followed.
"Sect leader, what do we do now?"
The assassin who had saved him asked anxiously.
With the sect leader in this condition, it was clear he was poisoned. If even the sect leader had succumbed, let alone them, if not now, then when was the time to leave?
"Retreat!"
The purple-robed person took a deep breath, begrudgingly letting out one word.
What else could be done if not retreat? Kill Xiang Qiyan? With these two people around, killing Xiang Qiyan was impossible.
Seeing the number of his people dwindling, he had no choice but to consider a temporary retreat, waiting for another opportunity to strike.
"Retreat, everyone retreat!"