Hou Niao stood up, feeling somewhat listless as his spirit had just been struck,
"Disciple is present, what does Uncle Master command?"
Uncle Master Li's eyes flashed with disgust—winning or losing was one matter, but to have one's essence, spirit, and Qi collapse was another. Now, this disciple lacked even a hint of spirit, indicative of a problematic fighting will, which was fatal for a Sword Cultivator.
"You go and capture the flag of Anhe Daoist Sect. You are allowed only success, not failure, or else I will have you patrol Jin City for a lifetime."
"Understood, I will do my best," Hou Niao responded listlessly.
Using the patrol duty again, as if he had never done that before. Patrol this, patrol that, what else is there?
Unlike others who would sprint upon receiving orders to build momentum, he leisurely left the island, as Yan Xisheng had just suffered a defeat and his opponent still had some time to rest; there was no point in rushing.
