"You'd better see for yourselves when we get there. I can't explain it clearly either."
Ning Lu rolled his eyes. Having once been a seed disciple, this was his first time guiding visitors.
He truly had no idea whether guiding others was always this troublesome.
But he was getting a little fed up with it.
At the very least, he could not quite figure out what should be said and what should not, so he simply stopped saying anything.
His blunt refusal left the four speechless for a moment before they shut their mouths and began looking around.
Very quickly, combining what they saw with the intelligence they had received, they discovered something shocking.
The Alliance truly did not have many people. The figure of 2,600 was probably accurate, yet every scene they witnessed struck them with a fierce shock.
Compared to that, the situation over at the Disciple Hall was much better.
By the time they arrived at the Battle Hall, almost every one of them was constantly twitching at the corners of their mouths.
The first thing to catch their eyes was Chasing Star Yao Guang.
This lineage had the greatest number of people: those below the Fifth Grade Saint Star Position who had survived that miserable battle, as well as all Fifth Grade Saint Star Position experts.
Yet every one of them looked as though they had crawled back from Ghost Gate Pass.
Having entered the Battle Hall, they no longer needed to handle miscellaneous chores, so they naturally devoted all their hearts to cultivation.
Moreover, they had already witnessed far, far too much death in the previous war.
This made them even more ruthless in their cultivation than those at the Disciple Hall.
Swallowing pills and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures seemed no more unusual than