"Retreat?"
Niu Dali's eyes bulged as he clamored, "How could that be possible? Each of our Nine Profound Mountain's ten manors have consumed untold financial and material resources. Shi Xiaole put his entire fortune and hopes into it. If we leave, wouldn't it just be making a wedding dress for others?"
Qu Wuyan said, "If the manor is taken, it can be retaken; if it is destroyed, it can be rebuilt. But we have only one life. We, this group of people, are the biggest support for the Master of the Manor."
Qiu Mingyue also said, "The steward is right, as long as the green mountains remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood."
Niu Dali was so angry he nearly slammed the table. It wasn't that he didn't understand the logic, but he couldn't accept becoming the bullied party, watching years of hard work being snatched away right before his eyes—how could he face Brother Shi!
