"Fellow Daoist Jiang Yan, please stay!"
Just as Jiang Yan turned to leave, the Old Ancestor finally could not help speaking.
His figure flashed, and he appeared before Jiang Yan. Taking the initiative to bend at the waist, he bowed deeply and pleaded, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, the Feather Transformation Sect is now in grave danger. The Huo Luo Clan has already broken through seven layers of defensive formations. I believe it will not be long before our mountain-protecting formation is breached completely."
"When that happens, the foundations our sect has built over tens of millions of years will turn to ash and smoke, and countless disciples will be killed or wounded."
"This star domain and the dozen or so surrounding star domains will likewise be ravaged by the flames of war, with countless casualties."
"What you said just now was indeed reasonable, Fellow Daoist Jiang Yan. If Fellow Daoist Han and I chose to leave now, we could certainly preserve the sparks of the Feather Transformation Sect."
"But the Feather Transformation Sect is more than this mountain stronghold and these thousands upon thousands of disciples. All five neighboring star domains are subordinate to our sect. Even if I wished to take them with me, I could not. My heart is willing, but my strength is insufficient."
"That is why I wish to fight to the end. If we were fortunate enough to win, even if it were only a bitter victory, we could spare the neighboring star domains a calamity. But our sect is indeed in peril now. Your Divine Abilities are unrivaled, Fellow Daoist Jiang. Please lend us a hand. Everyone in the Feather Transformation Sect and I would be moved to tears with gratitude."
Having said this, the Old Ancestor bowed deeply once more.
In truth, his feelings