The words spoken were decisive, carrying the chill of the biting wind over the frigid water of Yishui.
Listening to this, Zhang Xiaohua felt a deep stir within him, puffing out his small chest, he declared, "Very well, Second Brother, it is only now that I truly understand the meaning of going to great lengths for a friend. I suppose, should Young Master Li Jinfeng find himself in our predicament, he too would be as dedicated in our rescue!"
"Him?" Zhang Xiaohu laughed. "He is nothing more than a frail scholar, only skilled at poetry and calligraphy. In situations like these, even if he tried to intervene, he would be the first to be dispatched. It's better if he keeps his head down."
Upon finishing, he continued, "Also, if it wasn't for your good fighting skills and the fact that going to Xicui Mountain would not endanger your life even if unsuccessful, I wouldn't be letting you go in the first place."
