Xiao Yun Treats the Wounded

But numbers were cold.

The Three Great Academies had fewer than two hundred survivors combined.

Two hundred people.

Three once-glorious Advanced Spirit Master Academies had ultimately been reduced to just these two hundred people.

Most of those students who had displayed their talents in the arena, those mentors who had patiently taught in classrooms, and those figures who had buried themselves in study at the library were gone.

Some had died, some had been imprisoned by Spirit Hall, and some... had vanished without a trace.

Most of those who survived were the Three Great Academies' most loyal mentors and their students. The ones who had not abandoned their academies in their darkest hour, the mentors who had fought desperately to protect their students, the students who would rather die than yield—they had survived, arriving at Skywater Academy covered in wounds and burdened by the pain of losing their companions.

Skywater Academy was packed to capacity for a time.

There were not enough dormitories, so temporary beds were set up in the teaching building; the Cafeteria was not large enough, so meals were taken in shifts; there were not enough healing Soul Masters, so severely wounded students could only receive basic bandaging and wait their turn for treatment.

Xiao Yun did not stand by and watch.

He had Shui Yuntian clear out a large classroom to serve as a temporary medical station.

Then, he personally treated the severely injured students and mentors.

The first person carried in was a male student from Blazing Fire Academy. His chest had been pierced through by Soul Power, damaging his lungs. He struggled to breathe, and his face had already turned bluish. Several healing Soul Masters surrounded him helplessly—their Soul Power was not at a high enough level to handle such grave injuries.

Xiao Yun