Tuzha and Mo Ban chased Zhao Lin relentlessly, but they didn't dare get too close, fearing they would step into a pitfall and repeat their comrades' mistakes.
In truth, Zhao Lin could have used his speed and flight to shake off the pair and return directly to his sect to ask an elder for help.
But Yan Province bordered Wuzhu territory. If the two of them ran for the border, it might be too late to go back for reinforcements.
The constant threat was worse than a one-time attack. If he let the duo escape, he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly.
Besides, their group of five was already down to two. The tables had turned. If he could just engineer a way to kill one more, Zhao Lin was confident he could take the last one in a one-on-one fight.
Tuzha and Mo Ban were extremely cautious, only pursuing along the exact path Zhao Lin had taken and herding him further up the mountain.
