When Shangguan Fei saw that there were more people on the Dragon King's side than the opposition's, he heaved a sigh of relief and felt that it was a great feat that he had walked to the door of the tent, especially when there were two people behind him.
"Counselor Fang, Monk, do not be afraid. I'm here to protect you." Shangguan Fei raised his voice and gave himself a reason why he wasn't standing on the frontlines.
Lianqing was sitting on the ground and wordlessly pondering with his head lowered. Ever since the Dragon King had defeated his opponent with the Formless Prajna Palm, he had been in this state. If it weren't for his furrowed brow, he would have been the perfect image of an eminent monk lost in meditation.
Fang Wenshi also didn't utter a sound. With his arms crossed behind his back, Fang Wenshi was also frowning, though he looked out at the battlefield from time to time.