Upon hearing this, everyone sighed softly, their morale sinking to an all-time low. Nobody spoke up for a while, the atmosphere was oppressively quiet.
"Since that's the case, why don't we go our separate ways? Being gathered in such a large group makes us an excessive target, attracting unwanted attention from demons." The bearded man who had always been with Lu Yong turned to Bai Xiaoyun and broke the silence.
A middle-aged man with prominent brow bones, who had been looking downcast, immediately rebuked, "Easy for you to say, as a cultivator, you can flee on your own, but what about the ordinary people?"
He was the patriarch of a minor clan within Jianye City and was followed by the last surviving members of his bloodline. If they were to scatter, he alone would have no chance of survival, let alone protecting a group of clansmen.
