Deep within the Immortal Mansion Ruins.
In a desolate stretch of mountains and wilderness, Lin Jianchuan, the Sect Leader of the Chiying Demon Sect, stood atop a massive boulder. His eyes were fixed on the scene before him, his expression so grim it could drip water.
Led by Supreme Elder Rong Tiande and Pan Ruyu, over a thousand disciples of the Chiying Demon Sect followed behind. Every one of them looked dispirited and utterly wretched. Many were even injured.
"...Is this everyone?"
After a long silence, Lin Jianchuan finally asked, his voice ice-cold.
Rong Tiande wore a bitter expression as he reported in a low voice, "There should still be several thousand disciples scattered about who haven't been able to regroup with us yet. Perhaps... we can wait a little longer?"
Despite his words, neither he nor Pan Ruyu held out much hope in their hearts.
