He only realized it now; he almost fell for someone else's trick.
But if he stepped back now, he might salvage his reputation, though it would certainly take a hit. His name would be tarnished, but perhaps not beyond repair.
"Never mind, there are still two waves to come. The real battle for the position of the commander is in the crucial third wave!" Si Tian, consoling himself, thought, his expression a disdainful snort as he turned and walked away.
The onlookers, many of whom were powerful individuals, dared not speak a word. They could only follow Si Tian in his retreat.
Among those half-step Dao Lords, not one refrained from cursing Si Tian as a spineless Dao Lord. He had shown fear, of all things.
Strangely, none of these people hated Jian Wushuang. Instead, they silently condemned Si Tian for his lack of action.
This was what it meant to be powerful!
True power didn't demand outward respect; it commanded inner admiration.
