"Get down!"
Dapeng instinctively lunged forward and hit the ground.
An arrow flew over his head, striking the betrayer squarely between the brows.
The betrayer screamed, dropping his short blade as he fell backward.
Dapeng lifted his head and saw Xuan standing nearby, a longbow in his hand, its string still trembling.
Seven or eight Disciples had gathered around Xuan, each busy with their own task.
Some surveyed the terrain, some recorded disaster nodes, some treated the wounded, and some kept watch over the surroundings.
"Get up."
Dapeng scrambled to his feet and ran over to Xuan.
A wave of shame rose in his heart. He felt that his performance just now had been utterly pathetic.
He clearly could have fought back, yet his mind had gone blank and he had only thought of running.
Xuan tossed him a bottle of Clarity Pills and told Dapeng to purge the Calamity Qi from his body so it would not affect him again.
"Chen Yuan, the Weak Water level ahead is rising. We can't hold it back. Li Min, check whether there are any usable routes upstream."
"There are, but they're blocked by falling rocks."
"Zhou An, clear them."
"Yes."
Xuan issued one concise, clear order after another, without a single wasted word.
The Disciples whose names had been called moved at once. No one hesitated, and no one questioned him.
Dapeng stood to one side, not knowing what he should do.
He felt useless.
Xuan tilted his head and glanced at him.
"You're coming with me."
Dapeng immediately relaxed and hurried after him.
Xuan led the team through the ruins.
Whenever they encountered someone trapped, he assigned a disciple to bring them back to the camp.
Whenever they encountered a betrayer, he personally subdued them.
As he walked, he sent messages