Feng Jiayun grew anxious at once upon hearing this and stepped forward. "Venerable, I know Yunxi is injured. Please let me go!"
Yuling's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Who told you Ranxi was injured?"
Feng Jiayun glanced at Yuling before lowering her eyes. "If Yunxi were not injured, you would have told me long ago. But you said nothing, so I knew something had happened to Yunxi."
Yuling sighed inwardly, thinking Feng Jiayun was indeed perceptive, but he still said calmly, "Yunxi has indeed suffered some injuries, but they are not life-threatening. She has already entered seclusion to heal. Even if you went, you would not be able to help her and might even become her weak point.
"It was Ranxi who discovered the existence of the 'Evil Insects.' Because she exposed the evil cultivators' scheme, she was targeted. You are Ranxi's closest kin. Do you think you would not become a target if you entered the Ancient Battlefield?
"Besides, when Ranxi was injured, her cultivation was already at the Integrated Body Late Stage, and her strength even surpassed mine as her master. Do you think you have the ability to help Ranxi?"
Those words were piercing and painfully realistic. Feng Jiayun drew a sharp breath, realizing she had been taking things for granted. Even a daughter with such strength had suffered losses on the battlefield, let alone a fragile pill refiner like herself. She revealed a dejected, bitter smile, stepped back, and cupped her hands. "Venerable is right. I have overestimated myself. If I went to the Ancient Battlefield, I would surely become Yunxi's burden. It would be better for me to remain in the sect."
Yuling felt that he had been too blunt and had dealt Feng Jiayun a severe blow. He immediately cleared his throat and