Chen Huai's face was bitter with frustration. Qi Tian had piled reason upon reason—silencing him and branding him as unfilial. What could he say? He could only force a smile and respond, "If that is so, please, Ancestor and Great Elder, grant me a moment. I will descend to the ground to rest. Once I have rested enough, we can continue our journey. However, this will delay the time it takes for you, Great Elder, to seize the opportunity. I am truly sorry."
Qi Tian waved his hand dismissively and said, "What of it? The opportunity is right there; it's not as if it can grow legs and run away. Getting it sooner or later makes no difference—it's only a matter of a day or two, not a year or two. I can wait."
With no other options, Chen Huai could only step on his flying sword, lower its tip, and descend to the ground. Chen Huai and Qi Tian landed together.
