"You've truly disappointed this cave lord! All these years, this lord gave you power and protected you from harm, and today, when I asked you to accompany me into freedom, you actually kept making excuses and putting it off. Enough! Even if you refuse to go, there will be someone who does!" The cave lord gnashed his teeth as he glared at the wives behind him. For a moment, he hated them for failing to live up to his expectations and was enraged by their unwillingness to fight for themselves.
"Cave Master! Never mind the other households' favored concubines—your favored concubine is willing to go with you!"
"Cave Master! I'm willing to go too!"
Sure enough, after those words were spoken, a group of women stepped forward and hurriedly declared that they wanted to go. However, these women were either extremely weak in cultivation or ugly as crooked melons and cracked dates. They were probably connected through some household or had simply been ignored by the cave lord in his daily life. Now, they were planning to seize this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to make a name for themselves.
"No need! Your cultivation is insufficient. Going there would only mean throwing your lives away!" Though they had acted completely willingly, the cave lord wore a look of disgust and raised a hand to stop the genuine feelings of these dozen or so secondary wives. Of course, it was not really because their cultivation was insufficient. He probably looked down on them because they were not the women he truly loved. More importantly, he seemed to have found another breakthrough.
The cave lord turned his head toward the more than three hundred adopted sons and daughters, as if he had encountered a life-saving straw. Tears glistening in his eyes, he said, "My children!