After hearing Xiao Yang's analysis, Xiao Wuji fell silent.
He had to admit that although his son acted recklessly, he was clearer-headed than anyone.
What he said made sense.
Dragging the badly wounded Ning Hongye and the weakened Xiao Yang from place to place, hiding from their pursuers, really wasn't a good plan.
If those old monsters who had lived for who knew how many years cornered them, the consequences would be unthinkable.
By contrast, staying in Eastern Emperor Hall, the very center of the storm that everyone was watching, might be safer. The old monsters were suspicious of one another and wouldn't dare act rashly.
"But this is too dangerous!" Xiao Wuji still wasn't reassured.
"Father, trust me." Xiao Yang's eyes brimmed with confidence. "I know what I'm doing. Take Hongye and Qing Xue somewhere safe to hide. Once I've dealt with things here, I'll come find you."
"No! If we stay, we stay together. If we leave, we leave together!" Xiao Wuji refused without a moment's hesitation. "How could I possibly leave you here alone?"
"Father!" Xiao Yang's voice grew more emphatic. "If you stay, you'll only distract me! You're not in good shape, and Hongye and Qing Xue both need someone to protect them! Their safety matters more than anything!"
Xiao Wuji looked at the unyielding resolve in his son's eyes, then at Feng Qingxue's worried expression and Ning Hongye, who remained unconscious. He was torn.
He knew Xiao Yang was right.
He had also been badly injured in his battle with the Primordial Burial Master. His foundations had been damaged, and his strength had fallen considerably.
If he stayed, he wouldn't be much help. He might even become a burden.
Protecting his daughter-in-law and Feng Qingxue, so Xiao Yang wouldn't have to worry about them—that was