Chen Xuantian finished his last meal, ate to his satisfaction, then slung on his sword bag, mounted the child, wielded the axe, covered his eyes, and held onto the limping Jiliang, letting the old horse find its way, leading the path by the water.
Yes, he was serious, this group dungeon wouldn't include the Holy Daughter anymore, and the debate wouldn't wait; he'd go solo.
The silver axe was left for the Holy Daughter as protection, letting Gugu Gaga stay with her in the temple, as a final insurance. Ensuring that even if he failed and met with disaster, the Holy Daughter could control Xuan Du, letting Gugu Gaga deliver a final Gang Fist blow.
Indeed, he understood it all now, no need to be so hesitant or cowardly anymore. Because the chances of winning today were not fifty-fifty, but a hundred percent. Because this Heavenly Demon couldn't possibly descend, and Xuan Du, today, would surely die.
