"Young Master? Young Master! Young Master—"
Shen Hou called repeatedly, reaching out his hand, seemingly trying to hold back Jiang Zhuyang, but to no avail as Jiang Zhuyang's resolve to leave was firm, and unless he acted, it was truly hard to stop him.
In the end, Shen Hou could only shake his head and sigh, watching the eldest son of the Jiang Family head westward.
"Bodhisattva, you see, I really can't stop the Young Master."
He glanced towards the distant battlefield, speaking softly.
"Zhuyang has such a desire, it is a fortunate thing for the Jiang family, let him go."
Although Manjusri was far away, he was completely clear about the situation here. Upon hearing Shen Hou's response, he transmitted his voice from afar, saying: "You should go too. Those hidden pieces can now be moved. This standoff won't last long."
