What a lovely, charming little beauty—and yet she also seemed spirited and valiant to the extreme. This girl was a cultivator at the great perfection of the Spirit Movement Stage, only a hair's breadth away from Foundation Establishment. Among those present, her cultivation could rank second.
"I know. Yan'er, take your senior and junior martial siblings and leave this place at once."
"Then what about you, Martial Uncle?"
"I'll naturally stay here and hold them off. If no one delays the demon birds, how could you possibly get away?" the middle-aged man said with a bitter smile.
"No, Martial Uncle. How could we possibly leave you here? If we go, we go together; if we die, we die together." Before Shangguan Yan could speak, another panicked voice rang in their ears, crisp to the extreme. It belonged to a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl whose looks bore quite a resemblance to Shangguan Yan's, though she was a little rounder, her cheeks carrying a bit of baby fat.
"Ling'er, silly child. You staying here won't help anything. Rather than all fall together, it's better if as many as can escape do escape," the middle-aged man said with a bitter smile. "If you sisters and so many of my martial nephews and nieces die here, how could I explain it to the sect master when I return?"
"But..."
The young girl still wanted to argue, but Shangguan Yan's voice came over with firm resolve. "Ling'er, say no more. Martial Uncle is right. We're leaving."
"Sis..." Shangguan Ling cried out anxiously.
"No. How can we abandon Martial Uncle?" another male disciple with an honest, simple face said as well, his face flushed red.
"If you want to go, go by yourself. We'll never be that disloyal."
"Exactly. Even if we survived by luck, our