The other three women listened and fell silent as well. Their eldest sister's words were indeed reasonable. If the four pavilion masters of Baisuan Pavilion all fled the battlefield together, it would be a devastating blow to the morale of the cultivators of the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces.
If they all died in battle, they could at least still inspire those who came after them. But abandoning their headquarters and running off with their disciples—what was that supposed to be?
It was said that cultivators would not rise early without profit, but at a time like this, they had hot blood in their veins too. They absolutely could not think only of themselves; they had to consider the entire Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces.
"All right, you two little sisters, don't be sad. Actually, falling in battle isn't so frightening." Wu Yun'er, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. "Eldest Sister and I discussed it long ago."
"But..."
"Enough. Say no more. I have already explained the greater principle." When Lu Ying'er reached this point, a trace of sorrow appeared on her face. "In any case, Yun'er and I are both over nine hundred years old this year, and with our circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for us to break through the bottleneck and step into Lihe. In other words, even if we do not die in battle here today, we have at most a hundred years left to live. What meaning would that have?"
"Neither you nor I have outstanding aptitude. We should be satisfied to have achieved what we have today. If we die, then we die. Your sister's only regret is that I cannot see Young Master one more time."
When Lu Ying'er said this, the three women all lowered their heads as well. How were