"Someone must stay behind to cover the rear and buy you time. At the same time, someone needs to... attract the Government Office's attention, make them think our main force is still in the temple. Remember, do not hesitate, do not look back. Move now!"
He was old, his vitality failing. His path in life had long since reached its end.
Qingfeng Temple was his root, his very path. He was born here, grew up here, and he was willing to be buried here.
Staying behind was his responsibility, and also his destiny.
"Grand-Uncle!" Elder Wang's voice choked with emotion.
"Go! Don't be so sentimental! The government soldiers will be here any moment. Any delay could lead to disaster!"
Yu Huayuan bellowed, and with a wave of his sleeve, a Soft Force gently ushered Elder Wang out of the Council Hall.
"I... obey your command!"
Elder Wang kowtowed heavily outside the door, then wiped away a tear, his figure vanishing like the wind at the end of the corridor.
