The great hall was almost completely burned down, with only a few sections of the blackened stone walls still standing firm. Zhang Xiao's hand was completely scorched.
Soon after, harrowing screams echoed throughout the peak. Zhang Xiao was in excruciating pain, and it was the disciples beside him who hurriedly fed him the elixir pills.
"Take good care of your injury."
Shang Yanting looked at his current state and said with a somewhat compassionate tone.
Zhang Xiao watched his departing figure, clenching his fists tightly, teeth grinding, his eyes filled with hatred.
Leaving the peak
Shang Yanting glanced at Niu Chuanchuan beside him, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Niu Chuanchuan had witnessed Shang Yanting's actions earlier, and words had been stuck in his throat for a long time.
