Li Banfeng carried the Tang Sword, walking through the night.
"My Lord, your subordinate..." The Tang Sword hesitated for a long while, not knowing what to say.
"When did it start?" Li Banfeng asked while walking. "When did you start calling yourself 'your subordinate'? If I'm not mistaken, it was after we left Iron Gate Fort."
The Tang Sword responded, "My Lord remembers correctly. There are some things I didn't tell My Lord, not because I intended to deceive you, but because they are too shameful."
"How are they shameful?"
"General Hong and the Marshal said that of the three vanguards, only one fled. That one was me." The Tang Sword's voice was very soft.
"I didn't know you then. After you started following me, you never fled again."
"I did flee..."
"At least you landed three blows before you fled. At least when you were desperately fighting Qiu Luoye, you didn't flee."
