This was the perfect opportunity the Chaos Sacred Sect had been waiting countless years for.
"The Xuanba Sword Sect's end had truly arrived."
The corners of Yang Lingtian's lips curled into an increasingly cold and ruthless arc.
He forcibly suppressed the wild joy and excitement in his heart, doing his best to make his expression appear even sadder and weaker.
"Sect Master..." he called softly, his voice carrying a hint of sobbing and weakness.
Xuan Tianba, who was directing everyone to clean up the aftermath and deal with the consequences, turned his head at the sound.
Seeing "Liu Ruyan" looking as though she were a pear blossom drenched in rain and about to collapse, Xuan Tianba's heart softened despite himself.
After all, she was the sect's Saintess, a peerlessly beautiful woman, and one of the sect's key disciples whom they had nurtured.
"Ruyan, you... are you all right?"
Xuan Tianba's voice carried a trace of fatigue and hoarseness, but he still asked as gently as possible.
"Disciple... disciple is fine..."
Yang Lingtian weakly shook his head, his small face as pale as paper.
"I'm just... just a little exhausted, and... when I saw Ancestor Ganlong..."
As he spoke, he choked up at just the right moment, looking heartbroken and barely able to hold himself up.
Xuan Tianba sighed.
"Alas, Ancestor Ganlong sacrificed himself for the sake of the sect. We'll all remember him forever."
"You also contributed greatly in this battle. It's only natural that you're exhausted in body and mind."
"How about this? Go back to Saintess Peak and get some proper rest. We'll handle things here."
Xuan Tianba was also mentally and physically drained at this moment, and truly had little energy left to comfort a junior.
He only hoped that the sect could recover from this disaster