"Besides, I promise you, I'm only borrowing it."
"Once I've killed Qian Renxue and destroyed Spirit Hall, I'll repay the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect properly and show Sword Douluo senior the respect he deserves."
Ning Rongrong bit her lip, her eyes filled with conflict.
On one side was Third Brother, her beloved, and the hope of the entire alliance.
On the other was Sword Grandpa, the family member who cherished her more than life itself.
But—
Third Brother was right.
If they lost, everyone would die.
Sword Grandpa was so powerful. Surely he'd be fine even without the Life God Water, right?
Besides, Third Brother only wanted to use it against the bad guys.
Under Tang San's gentle yet unwavering pressure, Ning Rongrong's psychological defenses crumbled bit by bit.
Slowly, she let go of Chen Xin.
She raised her head.
Her clear, wide eyes held a trace of pleading and a trace of guilt.
"Sword Grandpa—"
That call made Chen Xin's body tremble slightly.
"Rongrong—"
Chen Xin's voice was a little hoarse.
Ning Rongrong didn't dare meet his eyes. She lowered her head and whispered, "Third Brother—he really needs these things."
"The situation is too dangerous right now."
"If it were you, Sword Grandpa—"
"You'd be willing to help Third Brother out, wouldn't you?"
Boom!
It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in Chen Xin's mind.
So this was the answer.
This was the sect he had guarded with half his life, even losing an arm for it.
This was the granddaughter he had treated as his own.
At a time when he had received a heaven-defying opportunity, when the whole world should have been celebrating for him—
No one was truly happy for him.
Everyone was scheming against him.
Everyone was forcing him to surrender the honor