"I didn't expect you to survive!"
Cankun looked at Ji Ruyan, his expression solemn.
Ji Ruyan chuckled, "You, old man, didn't die. If I died before you, it wouldn't show respect for the elderly. So, even if I were to die, at least you, old man, should pave the way for me first."
"Sharp-tongued! Zi Dao, you wouldn't join forces with them against me, would you?"
Cankun turned to Zi Dao and directly asked him.
Zi Dao looked at Cankun, smiling innocently, "They're both disciples of the Flame Sect. What's wrong with dealing with you? There's nothing inappropriate about it! Besides, both are merely Sixth Order Martial Saints. In your eyes, even five hundred Sixth Order Martial Saints are just cannon fodder. So why fear the three of us joining forces?"
Cankun secretly clenched his fist. If he were uninjured, he wouldn't fear the three joining forces.
But he was injured, and the wound was from a duel with the Broken Blade. If he were careless, he might lose his life here!
