"Grand Elders, I, Michael Silvercloud, am hardly a person of ingratitude and indifference! I can't just run away alone. Either we leave together or we die together!"
Michael Silvercloud shook his head, his eyes filled with earnestness. Longlin Gate was different from other sects; their most important principle was solidarity.
"Miss, don't make unnecessary sacrifices!" The three elders said with a bitter smile. The miss had always been one of deep feelings and loyalty—which was why they acknowledged Michael Silvercloud, but staying now left not the slightest chance of survival.
"No need for further words, show Longlin Gate's valor. So what if we cannot match them? At least we won't be laughed at!" Michael Silvercloud's expression was resolute; she knew that even if the three Quasi-Saints joined forces to defend her, if one of the Sanctuary Powerhouses made a move, there would be no escape.
