The crowd stood silently to one side, waiting until Fourth Uncle's emotions had somewhat settled.
Only then did Tang Yuan speak. "This Jiu Er you keep mentioning, Senior... do you still have family out there?"
When he had first heard the name Jiu Er, Tang Yuan had wondered whether one of the people who died here had been Fourth Uncle's son or disciple. But judging from the appearances of those burly men before they vanished, every one of them had been older than Fourth Uncle, so he changed his wording and asked this question.
Fourth Uncle nodded despondently. "Jiu Er is my son. We haven't seen each other in twenty years. Now, I don't even know..."
"He must still be alive!" Fourth Uncle was only dejected for an instant before his eyes filled with resolve. "Jiu Er showed exceptional talent for cultivation from a young age. He will surely have grown up well!"
As he spoke, he looked toward Lu Feng. "Come, let's hurry back to that formation chamber. No matter what, I have to make it back alive! Jiu Er is still waiting for me!"
Miao Qiuyun could not bear to interrupt him. "But the Gu vessels in our hands are nowhere near enough."
Fourth Uncle said resolutely, "Even if they aren't enough, we have to try. It's better than being trapped here until we die. Who knows? We might find a passage out halfway through!"
Perhaps because he had recovered all his memories and was consumed by longing for his son and homeland, Fourth Uncle could not suppress the urgency in his voice.
It gave everyone the feeling that if anyone dared defy or stop him now, he might fly into a rage on the spot.
Although Fourth Uncle's words were somewhat harsh, after thinking it over, everyone