After Yang Chan treated them, the chaos in the Ding-character room was quickly brought under control. Since he remained calm, the injured disciples also settled down.
The clashes of blades and the screams outside gradually faded as well. Clearly, the situation had been brought under control.
The lingering tension on the injured disciples' faces finally melted away.
"You lie down too. I'll bandage you up."
Yang Chan looked at the injured disciple beside him, whose wound was still bleeding, and spoke.
Only then did his hand relax somewhat, no longer gripping the Plum Blossom Sleeve Arrow.
Yang Chan appeared composed as he carefully treated the injured disciples, but in truth, he had not relaxed for a moment. Only when the sounds outside quieted did he finally feel at ease.
"Senior Brother Yang, should I go find out what's happening?"
Seeing Yang Chan bandaging the injured disciples, Sun Qi Wu took the initiative to ask.
"Alright. If you encounter danger, retreat immediately. Watch your own safety."
Yang Chan nodded and agreed.
In truth, he also wanted to know the exact situation before he could be completely at ease. Thus, when Sun Qi Wu volunteered, Yang Chan did not refuse.
"Yang Chan, come out and die!"
Before Sun Qi Wu could take a step outside, a shrill roar rang out from atop the wall. A man with blood staining the corner of his mouth leaped over the wall into the courtyard of the Ding-character room, a crimson longsword in hand. His scarlet eyes fixed on the Ding-character room as he searched rapidly.
Yang Chan frowned slightly. He had not expected Zhao Qiyang to still be alive.
He had originally intended for the man to die without ever knowing why, unable to rest in peace.
Unexpectedly, something had gone wrong with Elder Lu