"What? Do you expect this old man to kneel before you before you'll agree? Once he makes his move, we won't have a chance to hold him back." The Jiang Family Ancestor's voice was choked with sobs.
He knelt before Jiang Dong, and the other members of the clan followed suit.
"Just agree to it! We're begging you. The lives of more than a hundred thousand members of the Jiang Family are in your hands. We're outmatched, so we can only swallow this humiliation." The Jiang Family Ancestor gave a bitter smile.
"Dong'er, we're all kneeling before you. Are you still unwilling to agree?"
"Do you have to watch us die before you'll agree? We're begging you—please, just agree!"
"Exactly. Don't drag the entire clan down because of you alone."
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Jiang Dong's heart was a tangle of emotions. When had his kinsmen's spines grown so soft?
"If you refuse, this old man will die before your eyes right now. Your spine may be stiff, but I can't watch more than a hundred thousand members of our clan perish. When that happens, how will I ever face our ancestors?"
The Jiang Family Ancestor flipped his palm, and a gleaming golden flying sword appeared in his hand. He held it to his neck, his expression resolute, as if he could take his own life at any moment.
"Exactly. If you'd rather die than agree, we won't force you. Rather than watch every member of our clan be slaughtered, we'll go on ahead."
The Jiang Family elders each took out a magic treasure, preparing to kill themselves.
Jiang Dong's heart was a tangle of emotions, and the pressure weighed heavily on him.
Ning Wuque had destroyed the Jiang Family, so Ning Wuque was the one Jiang Dong hated. But if Jiang Dong