Who Dies First?

"Enough, Ming'er. This time, our Wei Family faces a great calamity. Our annihilation is imminent. Among the Wei Family, your talent is the best—you are our only hope. Wei Jun, I know you are utterly loyal to the Wei Family. I entrust Ming'er to you now. Find a way to take him out and preserve the Wei Family's last bloodline..."

After the young man finished speaking, the ancestor sighed and shook his head, his face filled with deep desolation.

"Grandfather, I won't leave! I want to live and die with the family!" Wei Ming cried hurriedly, determination written across his somewhat youthful face.

One look at this young man was enough to tell that he had never seen much of the world. Otherwise, his temperament would not have been so unstable, and he would not have spilled everything the moment he saw Wei Jun.

"Nonsense! Won't you even listen to your grandfather anymore?" The old man slapped the armrest in anger, seemingly aggravating his injuries. His face flushed red. "You are our family's only hope. As long as you live, our family still has a chance to turn things around. Wei Jun, don't you have relatives in the sect? You must find a way to get him into the sect. Even if he becomes the most ordinary Outer Disciple, the Zhang Family would not dare lay a hand on him!"

"This... yes!" Wei Jun clenched his fists and nodded.

In their current situation, preserving the bloodline and leaving the family a way out was what mattered most. As for resisting, they no longer had the strength for it.

"Young Master, we'll leave through the back door!" Wei Jun looked up at Wei Ming. After speaking, he turned around. "Senior Nie Yun, we have truly dragged you into this. Please leave