Li Cang's eyes turned red as he waved a hand, gritting his teeth. "I, Li Cang, have fought countless battles! In my dictionary, there is simply no such word as 'flee'!"
Lang Jiao replied, "Your Majesty, please forgive your subject for speaking out with a death-defying plea. There are mountains beyond mountains, and men above men. No matter how great Your Majesty's abilities may be, you cannot be invincible across the world. A great man knows when to yield; when genuine peril strikes, one must not recklessly display a warrior's rash valor. We must endure a temporary setback—this is what is meant by 'while there are green hills left, there is no need to worry about firewood.' It is not cowardice or fear of death. Besides, Maiden Xiaoyue is still in the Dao Elixir Chamber, and it has been months. Does Your Majesty not—"
He was severely wounded, and by now his voice was as faint as gossamer. He abruptly cut off his words, staring unblinkingly at the Emperor's face.
Chapter 92