Yan Zhen was only holding on because his Sword Momentum was still intact. Once it was broken, he would be either dead or grievously wounded.
In that instant, an image surfaced in Chu Lingguang's mind: Yan Zhen, all alone at the National Border, crossing the Turkic Border Defense Army's line to intercept the Little Prince for him at the last possible second.
It didn't matter what Yan Zhen's motive had been—whether he had simply saved him in passing, or even if his true goal was just to spar with the Little Prince. Regardless, Chu Lingguang owed Yan Zhen his life.
It was a debt he had to repay.
Fighting his way to face Yan Zhen in the Provincial Martial Arts Examination had just been about fulfilling a promise, about not letting Yan Zhen down. It wasn't about repaying the debt.
