Chapter Eighteen: Tang Lao's Dilemma

tering his protective spirit force instantly, and the Pianshan Blade plunged directly into Ying Wuji's chest.Li Ye raised an eyebrow. The moment his blade pierced the opponent's chest, he sensed somet...Setting the expectation to the minimum means choosing the lowest-ranked sect, and not being indecisive, meaning making only one choice.

If Lu Ye's understanding is correct, then Pang Hai's last words to him meant this.

The most important question is, whether you should trust him!

After a moment of thought, Lu Ye made his decision. He put down the brush in his hand and handed it to the bearded cultivator across from him along with his jade pendant. “Senior brother, I’ve made my choice.”

"Come now, think it over a bit more"

Lu Ye lowered his head and glanced at it: "No need."

My aptitude today is frighteningly low. Even if I chose a different sect, it probably wouldn't help. Rather than hope for the best, I might as well put my hopes on the last one, Bixue Sect. Pang Hai doesn't have to deliberately mock me; after all, I gave him two pieces of ore.

A female cultivator said: “The response from Wanmo Ridge is faster than expected. Several sects have already begun gathering troops, so we need to leave here quickly.”

". She crossed her arms and spat, "Hmph, who is your wife Don't talk nonsense!" Then she raised her hand to wipe under her eye, her gaze resentful and her expression on the verge of tears, "Where else...