When the other cultivators heard this, they all raised their heads as well. Though the expressions on their faces differed, worry and anger were hidden in every look.
"Martial Nephew Fu, there is no need for you to worry yourself too much over this matter. The enemy was strong and we were weak; even the mountain-protecting formation was breached. Staying behind would have been no help at all. We would only have fallen in vain. The two pavilion masters are not unreasonable people. Whether by sentiment or by reason, they will not blame us."
The Palace-Robed Woman sighed and spoke a few words of comfort.
"Our Baisuan Pavilion is now in an unfavorable situation, and all the more we need everyone to rest well before you can put forth your strength for the sect. Things have already come to this; thinking too much is useless. Once we return to the main headquarters, the two pavilion masters will naturally uphold justice for us."
Hearing their martial uncle say this, the other cultivators, though their faces were still full of worry, did not dare say anything more. They could only murmur assent and obediently close their eyes to rest.
In the distance, Lin Xuan frowned slightly.
Though he was widely experienced and knowledgeable, from these few sparse words, it was still difficult for him to hear any clues.
If another cultivator whose self-restraint was a little inferior had been in his place, he certainly would have been unable to hold back and would have gone to ask until everything was clear.
But Lin Xuan had gone through so much that he had long since reached the point where Mount Tai could collapse before him without his expression changing. Whether this was the Baisuan Pavilion he had in mind was something he cared