Feng Xuan remained silent. An'an had always said that villains die from talking too much.
The Divine Hall Spirit's orders were to take him alive, so it did its best to persuade him to surrender. It went on and on, but Feng Xuan treated it all as nonsense.
Once the tigers of the temple had mostly escaped, Feng Xuan looked for an opportunity to flee. But the Divine Hall Spirit was watching him too closely, and he couldn't find an opening.
After a short while, as if sensing Feng Xuan's intent, the Divine Hall Spirit grew impatient, and its attacks became heavier.
'Fine,' it thought. 'The order just said alive. Half-dead is still alive.'
With that thought, the Divine Hall Spirit's attacks became even more ruthless.
Feng Xuan was injured and was gradually starting to struggle. Just as the Divine Hall Spirit sent a palm strike toward him, a vine shot out and wrapped around it!
"An'an!"
