"The three elders of Wei De have lost contact." Among the pursuing forces, an elder suddenly remarked, "It's likely they've been eliminated."
"This was within my expectations," Mo Gu said indifferently. "After all, the Tai Yin Sword Master would hardly be felled by three mere strikes."
This remark, though calmly delivered, instantly caused the other elders to knit their brows.
The reasoning was sound—no one expected that merely dispatching three people would be enough to take down the Tai Yin Sword Master.
But as the commander, such a statement made it obvious you didn't care about lives. How could they trust you not to treat their lives as pawns on a board to achieve your objectives? How could they rally behind you?
As if to confirm their concerns, Mo Gu sneered and continued:
"But this is just as well. At least it's confirmed that three people cannot take down the Tai Yin Sword Master."
The elders exchanged uneasy glances, momentarily at a loss for words.
