Behind Wang Ling was the masked swordsman, and in front of him was his unconscious disciples. Wang Ling quietly checked upon their body, and as he finished confirming their flow of qi and their life essence was left intact, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He raised his attention to the masked swordsman, "You are skilled, the best from what I have seen, actually… not a talkative type, I see, well, we are the same… though my emotions are perturbed. I find myself rumbling on when something that set off, you see." Wang Ling's tone was somber and calm, it was against the expectation of the masked swordsman.
What he expected was Wang Ling going off in an uncontrollable rage that he would slay and call it a day. But this — this was beyond what he prepared himself to, he didn't even begin to think that this kind of thing could happen.