Since their Soul Temple had already chosen Yue Chen, shouldn't they be supporting him all the more at a time like this?
"Is that so difficult to understand?" San Shui ignored Ying Suifeng's question and turned her gaze to Yue Chen instead. "Yue Chen, you should know how important Ying'er is to our Soul Temple."
"I do." Yue Chen nodded. "Now that I've drawn the Demons' attention, it really isn't safe for Ying'er and the others to keep following me. It's better for her to go back for now."
"I'm glad you understand. I hope you won't blame us. The reason Ying'er's grandfather rushed to the Holy City so quickly to attend the meeting was that he couldn't rest easy with her staying by your side," Granny San Shui said apologetically.
In her view, part of the reason their Soul Temple was unwilling to let Chen Ying'er remain with Yue Chen was their concern about his situation.
The Demons were even willing to launch a Holy War to demand that the Temple Alliance hand him over. That alone showed how determined they were to take Yue Chen away. If Chen Ying'er remained by his side, she would inevitably be dragged into it as well, something their Soul Temple absolutely could not accept.
Beyond that, as senior Alliance officials who had spent years fighting on the front lines, they knew all too well how vast the gap in strength between the Temple Alliance and the Demons truly was.
The Holy War the Demons were launching this time was nothing like their previous "minor skirmishes." It was a terrifying war to the death between two races, an all-out struggle for survival.
The last time the Demons had launched a Holy War against the Temple Alliance was more than two thousand years ago.