Let me make up for my own mistake.
The Sword Elder's strike was ineffective, and as he retreated from the battle, he failed to notice the red-haired Blood Monkey hopping vigorously from the tree canopy above, eyes ablaze as he pursued with all his might.
His thoughts were, in fact, the same as the Sword Elder's.
He felt even more humiliated than the Sword Elder.
At least, the Sword Elder had turned back to put up some resistance...
But what about him?
He could only watch from afar as the other side shot down the Young Master's treasured Divine Eagle with a single arrow, powerless to stop it.
He didn't even have the opportunity to intervene.
Caught in the cave, played for a fool, he felt like an utter idiot.
"He's injured, he absolutely cannot withstand another strike from me."
