"Yingxue, you go ahead and leave with us. If the Dragon Emperor isn't dead, with his vast divine skills, he will surely come looking for you in the Spirit Race!" Bing Ning persuaded.
Xiao Yingxue hesitated slightly before suddenly asking the stalwart man, "Senior, may I bring one more person with me?"
"Bring one more person?" The stalwart man frowned upon hearing this.
"Father, since we're already taking Yingxue, why not bring one more?" Bing Ning playfully said. "Please agree, won't you?"
"Ning'er, it's not that Father isn't willing, but the space channel is extremely unstable and fraught with great dangers!" the stalwart man sighed. "Do you know how far the Spirit Race is from here? It's already not easy to forcibly open a channel like this, and if too many people enter the space channel, it could collapse, and then all of us would perish in the chaotic streams of space-time."
"So, not even one more person can be brought?" Bing Ning expressed doubt.
