Inside the Yinhuai Forest.
A figure dashed at full speed, panting heavily.
Just as he was nearing the exit, he suddenly stopped.
"No! I can't just leave like this, what if others come out and spread what happened just now? My future reputation will be completely ruined!"
Wen Shaodong's face twisted with anger, clutching the booklet and porcelain bottle he had just acquired. His expression flickered with uncertainty.
Faint sounds of others fleeing came from behind him.
He hesitated, then turned and quickly rushed at the remaining survivors.
'So many have already died... Aren't you all so respectful of me? Since that's the case... why not all die for me then!'
Wen Shaodong picked up his short sword, passed through the woods, and lunged at the members of the Zhengming Association who had just escaped.
Only five or six survived, among them were three from the Zhengming Association and two independent fighters.
