"Master," Li Yi said respectfully with a clasped fist and a bow.
"Meng De, are you going to take action now?"
Zhao Ge looked at him, his eyes filled with a bit of shame, "Sorry, Master's strength is limited, I can't help you much. You must face this crisis on your own. I thought all night about having you take Rong Niang and Zhao Qian and flee the Four Seas and Eight Continents under the cover of night, but in the end, I couldn't bring myself to say it."
"You are a natural-born strongman, and in the future, you might even become an invincible one. You must not let your spirit falter. If you can survive this ordeal, it will greatly benefit your martial arts cultivation. Otherwise, if you retreat, you will find yourself retreating from everything hereafter, and your inner weakness will surface. Go, I'll wait for your return with the enemy's head in your hand."
