Seeing the enemy fleeing, Wu Qiong's expression fluctuated wildly for a moment. He wanted to give chase, but also knew the wisdom of not pursuing a desperate adversary. If he wasn't careful, he could fall into a trap himself, especially in his current state of compromised energy, he most likely wouldn't escape unscathed.
He struggled internally for a moment. By the time he had somewhat made up his mind, the lingering trace of energy had already vanished completely, leaving no sign of the Xiahou Family's guest elder with the sinister aura. The elderly scholar sighed heavily, feeling defeated, and thus let go of the slight disdain he had held for the warriors of Jianghu.
Ye Zhuhua stood up, his face flushed with shame, and bowed, "This is the fault of your disciple. Had I been able to block that scoundrel's moves earlier, I might have captured him. But I made the mistake of underestimating him."
