Zhou Ke watched his disciples die before his eyes, and he felt deeply discouraged. These disciples were the Zhou Family's new hope, yet they had died here.
Thus, Zhou Ke had already begun to consider retreating from this operation.
"Ancestor, four people died this time. The losses are a little too great," Zhou Ke said sadly when he saw Zhou Ziyun.
Zhou Ziyun had experienced countless ups and downs throughout his life and had seen many people come and go. Therefore, he did not care too much about the deaths of his disciples. People had to die eventually; as long as their deaths held meaning, they were worthwhile.
Therefore, although he sighed inwardly at Zhou Ke's grief, he felt more strongly that Zhou Ke still needed much more training. His mental fortitude still lacked sufficient tempering.
"The dead cannot be brought back to life. You should think more about the living. Why did we come here? Was losing so many people worth it? Should we continue onward? Those are the matters you need to consider carefully right now." Zhou Ziyun gave Zhou Ke some guidance, hoping he could mature quickly.
People needed more experience before they could stand on their own. Otherwise, they would still lack experience when handling certain matters.
Hearing Zhou Ziyun say this, Zhou Ke could only nod, then went to arrange matters concerning the deceased and the work that followed.
Naturally, Zhou Ke did not concern himself with the deaths of the armed personnel. Their leader would handle those matters himself.
"Brother, did you sense that fluctuation just now?" Zhou Ziyu stepped forward and asked Zhou Ziyun.
When the Illusion Realm had failed earlier, Zhou Ziyu had sensed that Mental Power fluctuation clearly. Especially the pressure it carried—it told him that the person behind it was