Feng Yun said in a deep voice, "If we can't figure this out, and our generation remains a heap of loose sand, then victory in the battle against the Guardians will forever remain impossible."
"Because Snow Changqing of the Guardians has already completely bound Wind, Rain, and Snow and the geniuses of the other lineages into one rope. They've entrusted their lives to one another as brothers. You all saw that for yourselves in today's battle, didn't you?"
"And what about us?"
Feng Yun looked at the geniuses from the various lineages before him and asked in a low voice, "I'm certain you dare to entrust your backs to me. But do I dare entrust my back to you and trust you to protect it? Who can I entrust it to? Go ahead and raise your hands so I can see."
Feng Yue, Chen Xue, Feng Xue, Wu Di, Bai Ye, Xiang Xin, and Xiong Ying all raised their hands.
The remaining Wu Qing, Chen Yin, and the others wore ashamed expressions.
They asked themselves honestly.
Did they dare to protect Feng Yun's back?
This question forced them to face their own hearts. Their hands could not rise.
Chen Xue looked at her younger brother. Her eyes suddenly reddened with grief, and she shouted harshly, "Chen Yin! Why didn't you raise your hand?! You're unwilling to protect your brother-in-law's back too? Where does that leave your sister!"
Chen Yin looked ashamed. He stepped forward and knelt before his sister, pursing his lips before saying softly, "Sis, I haven't thought it through yet."
Chen Xue kicked out wildly, tears pouring down her face. "Even my own brother is hoping to make me a widow?!"
Chen Yin was sent flying dozens of yards. He crawled back up and knelt on the ground