"Then... what about you?" Xiao Meng seemed to realize something and quickly grabbed Jin Jiao's arm.
"I am a warrior of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan!" A tragic color flashed through Jin Jiao's eyes, "I will fight alongside the Clan Leader and everyone else!"
"No, I want to go and help Father too!" Xiao Meng cried, shaking her head repeatedly.
"On the battlefield, there is no place for the weak!" Jin Jiao cruelly shook off Xiao Meng's arm and gritted his teeth, "Go to the back mountain! Hide! Go! Get out of here!——"
His voice even trembled, for he knew all too well the fate that awaited the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan, and only by doing this could he ensure Xiao Meng's survival.
Xiao Meng was frightened by Jin Jiao and shakily rushed through a secret passage behind the mountain cave toward the back mountain, crystal clear tears sliding down her cheeks, falling to the ground, and dampening Jin Jiao's heart as well.
"Farewell, Xiao Meng."
