Silence lingered inside the fortress for a moment.
Dugu Zixuan waved her hand.
"Enough. This matter ends here."
Her gaze swept over everyone present.
"If the Holy Artifact is lost, then it is lost. It was only a weapon, not the sky collapsing.
The other party was no mediocre nobody either. In any case, he was someone who once stood shoulder to shoulder with Lin Ziqing in that era. There
are wins and losses. That is normal. There is no need to take it to heart."
"So long as we win in the end, that is enough."
Once these words were spoken, Martial Man and Wu Ba's shoulders visibly loosened.
Everyone else also more or less let out a breath.
Just then, the palace doors were pushed open from outside, and three figures strode in.
It was precisely Lin Heng and the others, belatedly arriving after the fact.
Lin Heng went straight past the crowd and sat in the main seat.
His face was glowing red, his spirits looked good, and there were still kiss marks on both sides of his cheeks.
Clearly, they had been left behind by certain senior sisters.
Everyone looked at one another, then all turned to look at him in unison.
"Speak."
Lin Heng leaned back against the chair, sweeping a glance over the people below.
"How is the battle situation, how many losses? Report everything up, one by one and ten by ten."
Martial Man was the first to step out, cupping his hands as he reported.
"Replying to Lin Sizhu. From Long Yun's emergence until now, eleven days have passed in total. The frontal defense line of Immortal Sect Pass has completely fallen, and we have retreated by roughly four hundred and fifty li."
"The cultivators who took part in the battle numbered