"There is no longer any chance!"
Wuyang Half-Venerable slowly shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
"It has been nearly two incense sticks' time since Ancestor fell. News this earth-shaking cannot possibly be kept under wraps for long.
It likely will not be long before it spreads completely.
When that happens, the situation will spiral entirely out of control; once an army is defeated, it collapses like a mountain."
He paused, his deep gaze fixed on the sky beyond the hall, which seemed to be gradually darkening, before continuing:
"Besides, if we concern ourselves only with our own survival at this moment and utterly abandon those 'allies' still fighting in blood for us, then once the news spreads, not only will our Mystic Turtle Clan become the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's foremost mortal enemy, we will also lose all credibility throughout the seas and be spurned by every faction.
Even if we are fortunate enough to escape this calamity today, the world may be vast, yet there will no longer be a single place for us to stand. We will inevitably fall into the desperate plight of being isolated and helpless, hunted without cease.
Therefore, we cannot take matters to the bitter end.
The righteousness we ought to uphold must be upheld.
Delaying until now is already the limit."
At his words, the Mystic Turtle Clan's Great Elder shuddered. A flash of understanding and shame passed through his eyes, and he then bowed.
"This junior has not thought things through. I was narrow-minded!"
"Enough!"
Wuyang Half-Venerable waved a hand, bringing the matter to an end.
"Make the preparations according to my order.
You will leave with the next group."
"Yes! Clan Elder... take care!"
Immediately after, the Mystic Turtle Clan's Great Elder said no more. He