Rong Lin and Rong Xing, the brothers, were now standing not far behind Lin Xi and his group.
Rong Xing wasn't really talking to Rong Lin; he was still brooding over what had just happened. He was even questioning whether he had trusted the wrong brother all along!
Where had that fearless and decisive brother gone, the one he had always admired?
How could one young fellow make him so scared?
Let him be slaughtered?
This really hurt his feelings!
Even if his strength surpassed the two brothers combined, if they truly wanted to escape, would he really pursue them relentlessly?
Besides, for warriors of the same level, it's incredibly difficult to kill someone if they intend to flee.
Rong Lin didn't need to guess his brother's thoughts; he knew them well. But he couldn't explain why; he just had a gut feeling that if they didn't comply with the demands, the brothers might meet their end here today.
He's always trusted this intuition of his.
