"...They know you're a Jiang disciple and you'd obviously come here if you were free, shixiong." Jiang Cheng exhales a breath, gaze drifting to the string before he sighs out a breath.

"I don't know what you think I can do. Die is at least trying to keep him alive without risking the rest of our sect." Which is more than other sect leaders might do, even if it's not fair to Po or Fen.

But having a runaway Wen under their roof is asking for trouble they may not be able to handle.