Before the tally was even complete, Lin Hui swiftly assigned several disciples whose luck had been good enough that their Jade Talismans had not shattered to handle the wounded. He himself left Qingfeng Temple and flashed toward home.
Before long, he returned to the outskirts of Lin Mansion and immediately spotted the hired workers repairing its outer wall.
The workers had divided up the tasks—some mixing mortar, others laying bricks.
Lin Hui did not linger. He flew into Lin Mansion, quickly made a circuit, and confirmed the situation.
Second Mother, Liu Shenglan, was holding Lin Xiaoliu as they swung on a swing in the courtyard, while the other servants and guards were all fine as well.
Old man Lin Shunhe was in the study discussing something with Elder Du.
It appeared that everything in Lin Mansion was peaceful.
Without disturbing anyone, Lin Hui quietly returned to Qingfeng Temple.
By then, the figures had been compiled. Xue Meng, Wang Hongshi, and the others met Lin Hui in the council hall.
Xue Meng was covered in blood, his expression weary. Clearly, he too had been unable to avoid last night's sudden upheaval.
"Thirty-seven people in the temple died. One hundred and sixty-two were severely injured, while two hundred and seven suffered minor to moderate injuries..." Xue Meng said heavily. "This time was far too tragic... But because we kept things under control and the rescue came in time, the death toll was not too high. From what I know, many of the large clans in town with courtyard residences lost quite a few people last night... On my way here, I passed a compound that used to have at least dozens of people inside, bustling with life. Now... they're all gone."
"Your family is all right?" Lin Hui asked.
"I'm fine. Only