"You've got to be kidding me!?" Not far behind them, the two captains of the Demon Extermination Squad, along with the rest of the officers, stared at the scene before them in utter disbelief.
Their always stern and steady commander-teacher was actually crawling before that man, weeping like a child.
"Hey, hey, hey, Ning'an, did you hear that? Teacher called that person Master!? She called him Master!!"
Yuan Qing incredulously grabbed his friend's arm and twisted it hard, trying to prove that he was dreaming.
"I heard it." Liu Ning'an said quietly. Though he looked calm, his hands were clenched into tight fists, his nails nearly piercing his palms.
"I heard it." He answered again, as if emphasizing that everything before him was real.
"Haha. Hahahaha!! I told you! There must still be people from our Xuanmiao Sect alive! Look! I wasn't wrong!" Yuan Qing gradually became agitated.
"That's Teacher's teacher! Our patriarch! He must be far stronger than Teacher! When the time comes, those demons, hahahaha!!"
He was even beginning to speak incoherently.
"There are no more demons." Suddenly, a gentle voice drifted over.
Wei He, standing in the clearing, looked warmly in their direction.
The moonlight of the night pierced through the clouds, seeming at that moment like pillars of sacred light scattered across the plaza, enveloping everyone who witnessed this scene.
"Here, every demon from the Demon Alliance that came to encircle and kill me is gone."
Wei He looked at these children who had fought with their lives to carve out a sliver of hope for humanity. Somewhere deep in his heart, something seemed to have been touched.
"P-Patriarch, could it be!?" Yuan Qing's entire body stiffened, disbelief flashing through his eyes.
"Yes." Wei He nodded gently. "I came. So they all died."
Yes, he had