"Master, are we really going to run away?"
At this moment, Third Brother Jing Xiao'Er tentatively asked.
"What else can we do? Truly head to the front lines and deliver ourselves to death?"
"Besides... the four of us disciples and you, Master—at least five people, the weakest being Foundation Establishment, this vast Qing State, where can't we go?"
Han Jihai sighed.
If not for the urgent situation, he wouldn't want to leave the sect he had lived in for over two hundred years.
Lin Chen pondered for a moment and then said:
"Master, I think it's not time to flee yet..."
If other disciples had said this, Han Jihai would probably have scolded them directly.
But upon hearing Lin Chen's words, instead he asked:
"Oh? My good disciple... what different ideas do you have?"
Lin Chen nodded and shared his thoughts.
"There are mainly two reasons."
