Supporting Guiyun Marketplace, Counterattacking the Demonic Beasts

Five days later, in the Council Hall of Jinshan Market.

Song Qingming sat alone in the seat of honor, carefully reviewing the compiled battle report in his hands.

Nearly forty Foundation Establishment Cultivators stood below him. Most had taken part in the battle against the Demonic Beasts a few days earlier at Jinshan Market.

When Song Qingming turned to the final page detailing the casualties suffered by the Jinshan Market cultivators in this battle, the pleasure on his face immediately faded into solemnity.

Although Jinshan Market had won a sweeping victory, routing and severely mauling the Demonic Beast Army, they had also paid a considerable price.

Four Foundation Establishment Cultivators had fallen on the spot, while nearly three hundred Qi Refining Cultivators had perished. Quite a few more had returned to the rear with injuries to recuperate.

Huang Siyuan had also suffered internal injuries during her solitary battle with the Nine-Patterned Flood Dragon and was still in seclusion recovering.

Though the Song Family had not lost any Foundation Establishment Cultivators in this battle, they had still lost more than thirty people. Among them, Song Xuanqing, a family elder at the Foundation Establishment Second Layer, had been seriously injured and sent back to Funiu Mountain to recover.

Looking at the names of cultivators who had died one after another on the list, Song Qingming found it difficult to calm his heart, though this was far from the first time he had seen such a list.

Among them were descendants and juniors he had met, as well as vassals who had visited him. Just days ago, they had stood laughing in this great hall; now, looking back, they were nothing but cold names.

Yet having witnessed such cruel things so many times, though Song Qingming was moved, he quickly adjusted his mindset.