"My dear Wang, do we really have to leave?" Yin Linglong stood beside Wang Yu on the black Iron Boat, watching the bustling members of the Yin Household below as they moved their belongings. A trace of reluctance appeared on her face, as smooth as creamy jade.
Over the past four years, Yin Linglong had grown even more breathtakingly beautiful. Her graceful figure stood tall and slender, like an immortal lotus in full bloom, to be admired from afar but never profaned.
"We have no choice. Right now, the sect's cultivators are still holding the Demonic Path cultivators in check. Once Grandmaster and the senior martial uncles retreat to Jing Province too, I'm afraid all of Tongzhou will immediately become a battlefield for the four sects. How could a mere Yin Household survive between those grinding jaws?" Wang Yu said without hesitation.
Among the crowd below stood a dozen or so Mechanism Flying Boats of varying sizes. The larger ones were thirty or forty feet long, while the smaller ones were only about ten feet long. Quite a few women and children with spirit roots had already boarded them.
"But our Yin Household has nearly two hundred immortal cultivators. These flying boats can barely hold half of them, not to mention the thousands of ordinary lineage members and the belongings we can't abandon." Yin Linglong lightly bit her pearly teeth together, still hesitant.
"There's no other way. The others and the ordinary lineage members will have to travel overland in mechanism carriages, pressing on day and night. It might be dangerous, but that's still better than being captured by disciples of the demonic sects.
"Fortunately, Jing Province is only a little over ten days' journey from here. Once the lineage members aboard the flying boats arrive, we'll immediately send the