Liu Luolin stood next to Young Master Jun, and after a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke, "Now there's only one way left."
"Speak."
Young Master Jun's gaze was ice-cold.
"By revealing what the Heavenly Sword represents, we might provoke those people," Liu Luolin said cautiously.
He knew all too well that such a decision was not easy to make, and even just proposing it required care, for if anything went wrong, he would certainly be the first to suffer.
Youth Master Jun paused for a moment, then flatly refused, "No, there are things they might guess, but can never be mentioned, at least not by me. Otherwise, if someone were to hold me accountable, I wouldn't survive."
There were some things that Young Master Jun clearly understood he could not do.
Regarding Liu Luolin's suggestion, he was even less likely to agree.
