Yuwen Jian stared at the spot where Hong Bin had just died, his face ashen, hardly daring to believe what he had just seen.
"This is my fault...." he murmured.
"No it's not," said Meng Hao, grabbing him by the arm. "If we didn't come, he still couldn't have escaped from Dao-Heaven!" He pulled Yuwen Jian back. "We can't keep fighting here, let's go to the Fifth Nation!"
As Meng Hao backed up, Yuwen Jian's expression returned to normal. Burying his guilt and self-blame deep in his heart, he looked over at Dao-Heaven, and the desire to kill flickered stronger than ever in his eyes.
He said nothing, though, and simply joined Meng Hao in retreating.
Dao-Heaven glared at Meng Hao and said, "Flee to the ends of the earth and I'll still kill you today!"
