Fen Jizhi stood frozen in place, "What do you know?"
"That voice already threatened me, saying that if we proceed, he would mercilessly obliterate us," Bai Ruozhu said with a grim expression.
Fen Jizhi flew into a rage, "Does he think he can just obliterate us? Does he think we're ants?"
Bai Ruozhu didn't respond, but Fen Jizhi's shoulders sagged, as if all strength had left his body, muttering, "Haha, in his eyes, we are indeed like ants."
She didn't want to see him so dejected, yet she couldn't watch him march to his death. She sighed and said, "There are so many clansmen waiting for us to rescue them. Why waste time here? No matter how many secrets, they are left by the ancestors. What significance do they hold for us? Even if the Jiuli are truly as described in the secrets, that was hundreds of years ago. What does it have to do with us now?"
Fen Jizhi's expression changed, seemingly taking in Bai Ruozhu's words.
