"Are you sure that we don't need to help him?" Mu Xin asked. She kept away her sword and walked to Ye Jiao's direction.
"It's already too late too. He had lost too much blood. Even if he manages to survive, he won't be able to recover fully anymore. Besides, it's unavoidable that deaths can happen in the arena," Ye Jiao replied in an unhurried tone. She had seen this situation over and over in the past.
People were selfish. When they realized that their friend or leader was giving the order to die, they would instead try to save themselves. Rather than staying loyal, it would be better for them to just betray their cold-hearted friend. She had seen this countless times when dealing with bandits, so Ye Jiao used the same tactics.
Mu Xin nodded. She noticed that one of them finally moved and shoved a pill in the senior's mouth roughly. He didn't even seem to care whether the senior ate it or not.
"I see."
"Xin Jie."
"Yes?"
