No...
The key point does not lie in the strength of the Priest, but in...
"Why?!"
Po Yun was perplexed. He recalled Bai Di's report earlier, mentioning that a thief had kidnapped the Priest.
Now it seemed that the thief was undoubtedly this Zhao, but...why would the Priest of our clan, the High Priest serving the Divine, help this Zhao and punch at me?
It wasn't just him.
Within the Liao Clan's army, some of the tribesmen who heard him call this name were even more bewildered, unable to believe it.
Yet, under everyone's watchful eyes, Tuoba Weizhi just turned his head, looked at Zhao Douan behind him, and said with a bit of guilt:
"Servant came a step late and caused fright to the master."
Master…our clan's Priest acknowledges the Zhao as the master…Po Yun found it utterly absurd.
Zhao Douan smiled faintly and said calmly, "No matter."
Then, he looked at Po Yun with a smile and said:
"What did you say earlier? I didn't hear it clearly."
