The spitting blood was obviously faked; he had only bitten the tip of his tongue.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease. If he were to act like he did in his past life, only thinking about not causing trouble for others and never showing any weakness even when injured, wouldn't he be making a huge mistake?
People may not respect the strong, but they will always pity the weak.
He once wholeheartedly considered the needs of others, yet his feelings were trampled upon at will.
Now that he's focused on himself, people are starting to pay attention to him.
The human heart is a truly complex thing.
"Senior Brother, I'm sorry, I've held you back." Ning Weisheng's wounds had already been bandaged up by his junior brother in a few quick movements, and he was now sitting silently on the ground, circulating his internal energy to recover from his injuries.
"If you know you're not good enough, then you should work harder on your training in the future. I can't save you from every crisis every moment." Ji Mo Fan slowly walked up to him.
After shifting their gaze away from him, they looked at the other Yuncang Sword Sect disciples around them.
“Including all of you. Remember, I won’t always be there for you,” he said.
“You should not impose your trust on anything other than the sword in your own hand.”
The weather inside the secret realm was stifling, especially the air near the swamp. Staying there for a long time made it feel so humid that it felt like you were being thrown into water.
There wasn't a breath of wind around, which couldn't dispel the somewhat tense atmosphere at the scene.
After finishing his sentence, Ji Mofan turned around and walked away without the slightest hesitation.
"Take a break for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and then continue on your way immediately." His voice drifted over. "Those who can't keep up with the group can either venture into the secret realm alone or tear up the teleportation talisman and return to the Yun Cang Sword Sect."
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