Zhu Yuan understood deeply that this matter would be anything but simple.
Once she gave up her own interests, she would be forced to give up much more in the future.
'The only chance of survival is to refuse to give an inch and resist to the very end.'
"We're really going to fight?" Zhu Yin asked again.
Zhu Yuan nodded.
"There will likely be bloodshed."
"There will be casualties."
Zhu Yuan gritted her teeth. "I will bear what I can."
"Alright," Zhu Yin said in a low voice.
"The Ancestral Dragon Race is waiting outside. Your friends from the Taichu Daoist Palace might not come to your aid, Zhu Yuan."
"Since you've made your decision, you should inform your friends quickly."
Zhu Yin sighed. 'So what if she has friends in the Taichu Daoist Palace?'
'It's not as if a Thirteenth Realm cultivator is going to show up. Any help they offer will be limited.'
'Most importantly, when it comes to something this critical, friends don't always show up.'
