Yu Yihan watched Lu Feng's departing back, unable to come back to herself for a long while.
How could she not have wanted to spend more time with him? But she was far too worried about the situation at the front mountain, where the danger was far greater than it was here.
Besides worrying for her father and the others' safety, she also wanted to use this interval to properly freshen up and show Lu Feng her most beautiful self.
After all, she did not want to be outshone by those two women who had come to the sect before!
On the plaza outside the front mountain's main hall.
The Clear River Sect members, led by Yu Qinghe, stood with their backs to the hall. Quite a few elders' corpses lay strewn across both sides.
Flying Flower and Han Su, two of the Clear River Seven Sons, stood resolutely at the very front. Their white robes were stained with blood, and both were seriously wounded.
Flying Flower, who specialized in hidden weapons, had several fingers broken, while both his arms hung limply at his sides;
Han Su, famed for one flute, two cranes, and three swords, had his jade flute snapped in two. His white cranes had died miserably in pools of blood, and all three swords had been destroyed.
They cut a miserable picture, utterly spent and bereft of resources.
The Shadow Pavilion members led by Xi Youmeng and the portion of Defend the Dao Alliance members led by Ji Lanjun had been settled behind the crowd. Though neither group had suffered many injuries, when the nest was overturned, no egg remained unbroken. Once the Clear River Sect fell, having chosen to stand with it, they too would find it difficult to escape unscathed.
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