"You're right, he is the only descendant of the master," Yue Ji's face revealed a gentle smile as if recalling some long-buried past. Then she turned her head and yelled to Huayue, "Huayue, take your friends and run."
"Grandma..." Huayue looked at Yue Ji unwillingly to leave.
Although her appearance had greatly changed and the Yue Ji in front of him was nothing like the hunched old woman from before, in his heart, she was still the grandmother who had raised him through untold hardships—how could he possibly abandon her?
"Your parents, they died because of them. If you wish to avenge your parents, leave now. And do you really want to watch these two friends die with you?" Yue Ji shouted sternly.
Huayue trembled all over. He had no recollection of his parents, but Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe by his side were in this desperate situation because of him.
