Seeing Zeng Yi speak that way, Martial Uncle Zeng, who stood beside her, immediately flushed with fury. A thunderous roar burst from him:
"Little girl, what nonsense are you spouting? You are the future hope of the Zeng Family. With your aptitude, as long as you cultivate diligently, advancing to the Core Formation realm will be beyond doubt. Even reaching Peak Core Formation and attempting to break through the Nascent Soul bottleneck will be well within your grasp. Leave at once. Even if this old man has to stake his life, I will stop those two."
By this point, Martial Uncle Zeng also understood that if they continued to stall, he would inevitably lose the ability to protect Zeng Yi. With the small amount of magic power still left in him, allowing Zeng Yi to flee far away was their only glimmer of hope.
"No. Ancestor, with my current cultivation, even if I managed to escape, it would still be difficult for me to establish myself in the Cultivation World. Since that is so, it would be better for Yi'er to return. Ancestor, you should leave first."
Zeng Yi knew full well that, apart from the Old Ancestor before her, everyone else in the Zeng Family was only at the Foundation Establishment realm. In the current Cultivation World, without the Old Ancestor's protection, their chances of surviving the Three Realms War were vanishingly slim. Sacrificing herself in exchange for the Old Ancestor's survival was the most beneficial choice for the Zeng Family.
Seeing their situation grow ever more perilous, Martial Uncle Zeng's expression suddenly changed again and again.
His granddaughter was tough and unyielding by nature. Once she made up her mind, it was extremely difficult to turn her back. At this point, getting her to leave with a few