Ling Tianyu sipped his tea and was puzzled by Ying Zong's words. Why did he think that they would retreat?
He held onto hope, even thinking that retreat was unlikely, since his master had gone there as well. Retreating seemed improbable; at most, it might end in a draw.
"Why do you have such an idea?" Ling Tianyu asked, perplexed.
"It's a premonition," Ying Zong said, "I just feel that the conflicts from Ancestor Xuanyuan's era are not something we can handle. Only our masters can intervene."
"We can't do it in the short term."
Ling Tianyu pondered upon hearing this and said, "There's no need to be that pessimistic. I think nothing major will happen. Retreating seems unlikely; it's just that the situation is somewhat harsh."
"Moreover, the circumstances are unclear now, and it's not certain that we will lose."
"A draw might be possible."
Ying Zong didn't share Ling Tianyu's optimism for the future, as Tianyu harbored bright hopes.
