Is it luck? He couldn't say because such words would only provoke Sikong Longxiang into an even greater frenzy. Yet without attributing it to luck, he truly had no explanation.
Even at this moment in Yuwen Zongheng's heart, there was a thought: why hadn't two of his own men died instead?
"Brother Sikong, our cooperation has always been as close as brothers. I, Yuwen Zongheng, can swear to you that I have absolutely done nothing to wrong you."
Sikong Longxiang's eyes were fixed tightly on Yuwen Zongheng, as if trying to capture every slight change in him.
Yuwen Zongheng stood motionless before Sikong Longxiang, but his fingers had started to sweat at this time.
"Hahaha, Brother Yuwen, I was really too impulsive just now. Brothers like us have always been as close as brothers, how could there be incidents of us undermining each other? The high death toll among my Golden Bird Guards must be due to luck."
