Not to mention that the Dan Chi Clan might now have a traitor in their midst. Many of their arrangements had likely been seen through by the other side, while they knew absolutely nothing about that Rebel Army.
Furthermore, logistics remained a major disadvantage. Due to Ji Zhenyun's wariness, they had migrated here from the vicinity of Hu Mountain, and their routes to the outside world had effectively been severed. If war truly broke out, they could hold on for a short while, but in a war of attrition or a prolonged battle, they did not have even the slightest chance of winning.
This concerned the life and death of the entire clan, not some trivial matter. No degree of caution or importance would be excessive.
Thus, fighting meant certain death, while fleeing would be no help either. What should they do?
After pondering for a long time, Ji Zhenyun turned his gaze back to Meng Zhao. This young man—or rather, his prospective son-in-law—had come for the mountain rebels, yet had also gone to great lengths to bring his daughter to find the Dan Chi Clan. He surely had some purpose. Perhaps the clan's sole chance at survival rested entirely on him.
"Then what do you think my Dan Chi Clan should do now to have a sliver of hope?"
The corners of Meng Zhao's lips rose. He had said so much, even acknowledging a bargain father-in-law, all for this moment. The time had come.
"It's simple. Fighting is a dead end, and fleeing is also a dead end. Why not grant their request and join them? That way, not only can you preserve the clan, but perhaps you may even find another opportunity and secure blessings for your people."
The moment those words fell, all three people in the