"Bring him over."
Liu Yu casually removed Feng Guangyou's Storage Bag and fastened it to his waist while sending Wu Chang a voice transmission.
There was no joy on his face. Ordinary spirit stones and magical artifacts were no longer enough to stir his heart.
Upon receiving Liu Yu's voice transmission, Wu Chang walked over to Feng Guangyou and said loudly:
"If you want to live, follow me!"
Appreciation was one thing, but since Senior Brother Liu had given the word, Wu Chang certainly would not go easy on him. After speaking, he tilted his head toward Liu Yu.
Feng Guangyou's chest heaved, his breathing heavy. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, a look of struggle flashing within them.
Scenes of cultivating and living on Little Brow Mountain kept surfacing in his mind, filling his face with lingering attachment.
His memories finally stopped at the moment when Lineage Head Feng Tianwei had told Feng Guangxiu and her brother to leave first. That had chilled his heart, and he had never been able to let it go.
He, Feng Guangyou, had spent decades running himself ragged for the Lineage, contributing both achievements and hard work. Yet in the Lineage head's eyes, he carried less weight than a callow brat who knew nothing. Could an ignorant woman and a naive, unworldly youth really lead the Lineage to rise again like the sun over the eastern mountains?
I have done everything I could for the Lineage. I owe it nothing anymore!
Feng Guangyou's expression settled as he found an excuse for his actions. In the end, he still lacked the courage to face death.
After Wu Chang had walked thirty or forty feet away, he moved his right foot and followed.
By now, nearly half the Feng Household Cultivators had been