Ji Jingqiu sighed lightly, feeling sometimes being too charismatic can also be a burden.
Yet why, with such high charisma, were there still those who followed behind, waiting for the opportunity to take advantage when he was seriously injured?
He walked out of the cave, not hiding his presence anymore, and was soon discovered.
"He's here!"
"Ji Jingqiu is here!"
Silent and stealthy, some approached, emboldened with their prowess, preparing to ambush, striving to deal a fatal blow to the seriously wounded Ji Jingqiu, daring to push their luck.
Others shouted in alarm, drawing other Martial Artists, while they themselves quietly retreated, intending to use others to test Ji Jingqiu's current condition.
Ji Jingqiu stood erect amongst the forest, his eyes sparkling like lightning, looking at the many figures moving through the woods like ghosts, murmuring to himself:
"A tiger harbors no harm, yet people have harmful intent towards the tiger; once again, my compassion stirs."
