Gazing in the direction where the flash of lightning had vanished, Marquis Qingyuan and the other two fell silent once more.
The Marquis surnamed Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice raspy with disbelief.
"That speed... it's simply inhuman. No wonder the Venerables rely on him so heavily, entrusting him with reinforcing battlefields thousands of miles apart."
"Indeed," said the Marquis surnamed Wang, looking at his own slightly trembling hand—an aftershock from overexerting his power.
"If he hadn't arrived in time, the three of us today would have likely..."
He didn't finish the sentence, just let out a heavy sigh. His eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a close call and a deep awe for Li Wen's strength.
Marquis Qingyuan took a deep breath to suppress his roiling vital energy, his gaze sharpening once more.
