Although the Eastern Region's martial artists had suffered heavy losses, fortunately, all the major sects and lineages had volunteered to participate. No one had forced them to do so. Moreover, Emperor Chu had even opened a "back door" for them, giving them the right to withdraw.
The martial artists who had participated were either from renowned lineages or disciples of immortal sects. Accustomed to throwing their weight around in their own lineages and territories, they had assumed that people everywhere would indulge them.
Their arrogance and self-importance had also been one of the roots of this calamity.
"Perhaps after experiencing this battle, the martial artists of the Eastern Region will mature quite a bit!"
Chu Tinghan turned her eyes toward the surroundings. The joy of announcing their "victory" had already faded. They sat on the island, but there were no longer any familiar faces or familiar voices beside them. An indescribable sense of loss and emptiness filled their hearts.
Every one of them sat on the ground in a daze. Some even secretly shed tears, covering their faces as they wept.
"Alas!" Qi Lingyu let out a long sigh. It was not only the disciples of medium and small lineages and sects who were like this—the disciples of the top sects and flourishing sects were the same. They all knew the grief of losing their fellow disciples and brothers.
"The Black Tortoise Battalion suffered the greatest losses this time. Why does the Princess show no sorrow at all?" After Wang Zhengyang collected himself, he discovered that Chu Tinghan was unusually calm. One had to know that nine out of ten soldiers of the Black Tortoise Battalion had perished in this battle.
A full hundred members of the Black Tortoise Battalion had participated, yet only a mere twenty-odd martial artists had