Faxing didn't respond any further, already retreating to a place less than two meters away from Li Xuan.
Li Xuan had a grim expression, watching as Faxing and Yue Qianqian gradually approached.
"That monk called Shikong must have been telling the truth," Luo Yan's silky voice whispered in his ear. "Faxing could really pose a serious threat, we'd better not let him leave."
"We should wait and see, don't be impulsive if we aren't sure."
Li Xuan's steps seemed to be moving backwards, giving a way out for Faxing, but his hand holding the sword never wavers.
Seeing the pale and terrified expression on Yue Qianqian's face, he felt a pang in his heart and his thoughts raced.
With only the Shen Kui Lei Yin and his Great Rectitude, he probably couldn't suppress this bald monk. If he missed, it would put Yue Qianqian in even greater danger.
Only with the assistance of Zhonglie Duke Wen's "The Song of Integrity" and the red-robed ghost woman, would he be able to do it.
