Zhang Yu: "Teacher, I..."
He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, watching as Qingmu Divine Monarch's figure disappeared into the distance.
Fu Ji exclaimed: "Zhang Yu, what are you doing? You're not going to reveal your trump card to them, are you?"
Zhang Yu said in his heart: "Fu Ji, if we retreat this time, will we really have another chance?"
"If Wanfa is completely defeated, if the Righteous Alliance consolidates all levels 2 to 5, with no resources or channels, can we really hide forever without a path to cultivation?"
"Even if we can hide, waiting for the Heavenly Court to arrive and decide everything... will the outcome necessarily be good?"
Images of familiar faces floated in Zhang Yu's mind, as the Righteous Alliance swept in, his teacher, his close friends, his companions... how many would be crushed to powder was unknown.
Fu Ji frowned slightly, having instinctively wanted Zhang Yu to keep his trump card.
