Zhao Ya smiled at the words.
He understood the meaning in Sun Yingkui's words.
Simply put, it was a suggestion that he shouldn't act so impulsively like today in the future.
If there was any conflict, Sun could mediate.
To this, Zhao Ya could only respond with a smile.
Because he knew that Sun Yingkui's earnest intentions were destined to be in vain.
After all, the positions of both sides were different, and the conflict was so sharp that it was fundamentally impossible to reconcile.
He said nothing more, cupped his hands as a gesture, turned his back, and left with the martial artists.
Sun Yingkui sat on his horse, watching Zhao Ya and the others depart into the distance.
Only when they were out of sight did he let out a faint sigh.
He could also tell that Zhao Ya was dismissive of his final words, which weighed heavily on his heart.
At this moment, someone couldn't help but urge their horse forward and said, "Captain, why do you tolerate these martial artists so much?"
