Qian Ying's sigh was not really for those who had already met their ends. It was simply because too many people had died. If they encountered danger again later, there would be too few cannon fodder left.
In his eyes, he came first, followed by the Martial Artists of his own family's younger generation, and only then the Martial Artists from other families. The Martial Artists from other families were nothing more than cannon fodder he could use.
Of course, Xiantian Realm Martial Artists were an exception. Someone like Zhou Zixing naturally could not be treated as cannon fodder; he was someone they could cooperate with. That was why Ma Sansing's death had prompted so much sighing and suspicion from him. If an ordinary Martial Artist had died, why the hell would he suspect anything? He would not have had any doubts at all. No matter how strange or inexplicable the death was, as long as it did not obstruct his exploration mission, there was nothing worth researching or thinking about.
So, after reading the list, Qian Ying's sigh was merely because he thought that if he had known this place was so dangerous before setting out, he would have brought more people from the other families. That way, there would have been more cannon fodder, wouldn't there?
By the time Qian Wantong returned to the tent, Qian Ying was still sighing over the matter.
"Have the instructions all been delivered?" Qian Ying asked.
"They have all been delivered."
"Good. Come with me and check on the others in the family. The environment here is so harsh, and we have lost quite a few people. We should make a proper round of inspections and steady everyone's nerves," Qian Ying said.
Five of their own Martial Artists had died. The other