"Dust to dust, earth to earth. The dead are gone; I only hope they rest in peace." Looking at the three sets of remains, Qian Ying murmured with a sigh, "I hope you don't resent my decision. After all, I have to be responsible for the living."
Qian Wantong did not hear Qian Ying's murmur, but even if he had been in his place, he might have made the same decision as Elder Qian. After all, the living mattered more than the dead, even though they were all Qian Family Martial Artists.
The group did not linger. At Qian Wantong's call, they moved forward once more. The swarm of fireflies above them continued to hover and follow. Whichever way the Martial Artists below went, the fireflies flew in the same direction. Though they did not attack, they remained poised to do so at any moment, keeping the Martial Artists below on edge and unwilling to let down their guard in the slightest.
They continued onward for several minutes before encountering another two sets of remains. They looked much like the ones before; in any case, none of the remains could be pieced together into an intact corpse. This time, the scouting party merely reported the discovery and continued onward without stopping, no longer making a fuss as they had upon finding the first bodies.
Qian Ying and the main group behind them did the same. This time, they did not stop at all and simply passed by without further delay.
Everyone now looked somewhat exhausted. Although Martial Artists possessed mental and physical strength far beyond that of an ordinary person, after the relentless firefly attacks and the constant depletion of their own Blood Qi, an ordinary person would have long since collapsed and died.
That they were merely tired was