Although the Tuo Stone Clan had obtained the cultivation method he passed down, the entire clan numbered only a few hundred, with foundations far too shallow. Even though they had learned some techniques for concealing their auras from the method, those tricks were still nowhere near enough to escape Lu Xiaotian's notice.
"There are still two hundred and thirty-one in the other group. One hundred and thirty-seven are injured," Bali reported.
"Tuo Jing died saving me," Lu Xiaotian said.
"The Page Stone Clan was born because of the Saint. When we came searching for the Saint this time, this old man and the clansmen had already resolved to die. Tuo Jing sacrificed himself for the Saint and died a worthy death. It was his honor." Bali and the other clansmen wore stricken expressions, but the resolve on the old man's face was as firm as iron.
"Take me to see the injured." Lu Xiaotian was somewhat surprised by the Page Stone Clan's fervor and reverence, but he said no more. Since this abandoned race had chosen him and was absolutely loyal to him, helping the Page Stone Clan was hardly impossible. Although Bali had not mentioned the hardships they had endured on their journey here, the distance from their original location to this place was more than a million miles. Traveling for decades to reach this place was something only people with an obsession in their hearts could accomplish. Especially now, when the hearts of people in the cultivation world were as treacherous and complicated as they were, the Page Stone Clan's unwavering determination left Lu Xiaotian shaken and filled with a sense of disbelief.
By the time they had reached this place, the injured already accounted for more than a third of the group, not counting those who had