Within the Myriad Beasts Sect, it took quite a bit of chaos before things finally settled down.
There was no helping it. Luo Qiu had been stationed here with a group from Misty Pavilion, controlling the Myriad Beasts Sect. Now that Luo Qiu was dead, the Great Luo Sacred Land personnel under his command had fled. The other people from Misty Pavilion were no mere decorations, but they had too few hands, so they ordered the Myriad Beasts Sect members to assist in pursuing the fugitives.
Several Elders who had gone after the escapees returned. Xi Haitang, who had been pacing about in the council hall, immediately went up to them and asked in a low voice, "How did it go?"
An Elder replied quietly, "Pretty much all of them got away. Misty Pavilion seems to have caught two."
To put it plainly, no one here had truly made an effort. Even when they could have caught up, they had not pursued. The Myriad Beasts Sect's flying mounts were not for show, after all, but they had received the Sect Master's instructions before setting out.
Xi Haitang nodded slightly, showing that he understood, and could not help sighing. "No helping it. We can't afford to offend either side."
The Elders sighed ruefully. Wasn't that so? Even a blind man could see that the forces which had escaped after several Saints were killed would surely band together with those acting in the shadows. If they offended those people too badly, and those people ended up gaining the realm someday, the Myriad Beasts Sect would be in trouble.
Perhaps "someday" was not quite the right word. They were the Nine Saints—six had been brought down in succession. At this rate, how much longer could the remaining three hold out? With things already