Consort Ling retreated, knowing someone had entered from outside the door, carrying a person, a person on the brink of death. "Ten minutes is still a bit long for you." Xiao Lin lowered his voice, taking the weapon Consort Ling handed over, weighing it in his palm. "The tail is still heavy, which will cause a half-centimeter deviation in use, so you'll lean outward to compensate for this discrepancy."
Consort Ling chuckled twice. "I let you down." Indeed, ten minutes was a bit much for him, the combined time for three people was no more than seven minutes, and the last one wouldn't be his match, except...
"You hesitated!" Xiao Lin tossed the person in his hand to the middle. "You shouldn't hesitate, then you wouldn't have weaknesses." Xiao Lin trusted Consort Ling, but Consort Ling didn't dare take risks; if it were someone else, they wouldn't have waited so long to act.
