Elder Yao took Jiu Feng, then looked toward Lin Ming and said in a deep voice, "kid, are you truly not going to let us go with you?"
Then he paused, his tone carrying a rare earnestness and worry. "With the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame appearing this time, how many people will go to seize it? Those old monsters who have hidden from the world for years, the core elites of the Ancient Eight Clans, those experts who pride themselves on having enough strength to dominate a region..."
"With so many people going, if you go alone, facing them all, you'll inevitably have to split your attention. We dare not say we can help you greatly, but we can at least watch your flanks, maneuver around them, and share a little of the pressure."
Ya Fei nodded gently, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Ming as she said warmly, "Brother Lin Ming, Elder Yao is right. The struggle for the demonic flame is extremely dangerous. Though your strength has made great progress, braving danger alone..."
She did not finish, but the concern and worry in her eyes said everything.
Xiao Yi Xian did not speak. She merely looked at Lin Ming quietly. Yet deep within those cold eyes was an indescribable persistence. She had never been someone fond of words, but she had long since grown used to standing behind him, ensuring he had no worries at his back.
Qing Lin was even more direct. She carefully tugged at Lin Ming's sleeve, raised her head, and said softly, "Brother Lin Ming, Qing Lin is very strong now too... I won't hold you back..."
Her voice carried a trace of pleading, and her emerald-green snake pupils were filled with hope.
Lin Ming looked at the four people before him, and warmth