Within Juelong Ridge, the Shang Army soldiers who had survived the calamity erupted into thunderous cheers. Many collapsed onto the ground as if drained of all strength, but nothing could conceal the wild joy on their faces.
"Master! Martial Uncle!" Wen Zhong hurried forward and bowed deeply to Saint Mother Jin Ling and Saint Mother Wu Dang. His tiger eyes were slightly reddened. "This disciple is incompetent, implicating the Sect and causing the loss of so many soldiers..."
"Disciple, you need not blame yourself." Saint Mother Jin Ling helped Wen Zhong up and glanced over the heavily battered Shang Army. A trace of helplessness showed in her eyes. "Victory and defeat are common in the Military School. The Chan School and Western Qi have been plotting for a long time. For you to lead everyone and hold out until now is already no easy feat."
Saint Mother Wu Dang also spoke. "The urgent matter is to regroup. Martial nephew Wen Zhong, how are your casualties? Do you still have the strength to fight?"
Wen Zhong drew a deep breath and said solemnly, "Reporting to Martial Uncle, although our army has lost nearly half its forces, our core remains intact, and the soldiers are willing to give their all. After a brief rest, we can still fight!"
"Good!" Saint Mother Jin Ling nodded. "Immediately count the casualties, treat the wounded, and arrange the defenses. Be on guard against Western Qi returning. Junior Brother Lu Yue, you have studied elixirs extensively, so you will be responsible for the treatment."
"I accept the decree." Lu Yue cupped his hands and immediately led several Sect of Interception disciples skilled in treating injuries and poisoning into action.
"Martial nephew Luo Xuan, Martial Niece Han Zhixian, lead your fellow disciples in assisting with the Formation. Stabilize