"..."
This scene left all the cultivators, both by the lake and in its center, speechless.
"He... ran away, didn't he?"
Zhu Junfeng's words had been high-sounding—not wanting to take advantage of the situation, concern for his fellow sect members—but the other cultivators weren't fools. They could clearly sense that Zhu Junfeng had grown fearful of Zhong Ming. He had no confidence in victory, which was why he had fled in such a hurry.
The cultivators on the shore didn't scorn him too much for it, though.
"I can understand him. Zhong Ming is just too strong. He and Lin Kong are from the same sect; their strengths should be comparable. His junior brother was instantly defeated with a single glance. He..."
Shaking his head, the cultivator trailed off, but everyone else understood what he meant.
