If I were alone, it would be difficult to say, I would only withdraw. But with more people, there's an opportunity. If I sensed the aura correctly, the strength difference between Martial Saint Heize and myself isn't too large.
Strictly speaking.
Both of us belong to the lower tier among the Ancient Saints. The era they lived in isn't far from now, and surviving to this present age involves a degree of luck. It's not just about being strong; some rare lucky ones might not need to be exceptionally powerful.
Martial Saint Heize and Martial Saint White Cloud exchanged glances but said nothing, merely stopped from a distance.
The Sword Embryo is still being condensed; it's unnecessary to act prematurely. Better to watch for now.
As they pondered.
