The next day, morning light spilled over the cold cliffs and the open wilds.
The remaining disciples of the Divine Wood Hall regathered.
With hearts still trembling, they looked at the various corpses on the flat yellow earth, bodies skinned and dismembered, their stomachs churning, yet with undisguised fear, they quickly retreated.
Not until they met up with Jing Banfeng, Cui Wuji, and Li Yuan did these disciples finally let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Jing Banfeng's face didn't look good either. He glanced nervously into the distance but dared not extend his senses to investigate. After some thought, he glanced at the remaining disciples and said solemnly, "Let's leave here first, then compile our experiences."
Though Cui Wuji's face was pale as well, he said, "Wait a moment, Patriarch Jing. Perhaps we should investigate the cause of death of these people. Maybe we can gather more information, making this trip worth it."
