As the group of four quickly departed, the other Martial Artists naturally saw them as well. Everyone silently rose to their feet and watched the receding lights, quietly hoping that they would return safely.
This time, even Qian Wantong somewhat hoped that they would return safely.
Earlier, he had thought it did not matter. As long as the two Xiantian Elders returned safely, any losses among the others were acceptable. In particular, it would have been best if Ouyang Nan and that youngster named Li Mo both died.
But after addressing all the Martial Artists and stabilizing the group's morale, Qian Wantong had begun to see things differently. Now was not the time for other thoughts. It would be best if everyone returned safely; that was the best outcome.
As for getting Ouyang Nan and Li Mo killed, it would be better to wait until they left the valley and have Elder Qian act directly. After all, his family's elder was immensely powerful. Dealing with two Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists would be effortless.
Thus, Qian Wantong silently watched the four of them leave, hoping that Ouyang Nan's group would return safely this time.
Human nature seemed all the more complicated at this moment. Sometimes, the person who wanted you dead would, at a certain moment, hope you lived. And the person who wanted you alive might, at a certain moment, hope you left.
Ouyang Nan and the others naturally had no idea what Qian Wantong was thinking. Before them lay utter darkness, broken only by the beams from the lights in their hands. As they headed toward the lake, the three women besides Chen Mo all felt somewhat uneasy.
The surroundings were especially quiet. All they could hear were their own footsteps rustling and their breathing, both carrying far