The sight before them brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.
Emotionally speaking, there was nothing wrong with Abbess Lingyuan leading the sect's elites to cover the escape of the younger disciples.
However, while that choice was reasonable, it was a disaster for the sect as a whole.
The loss of so many elite disciples would directly cause the Mount Heng Sect to decline from prosperity. If they wanted to recover their strength, it would be impossible without twenty or thirty years.
And that was assuming everything went smoothly. The war between the righteous and the wicked had only just begun—who knew what would happen next?
With their strength gravely diminished, it meant they had been knocked out of the game early. In the coming struggles of the jianghu, the Mount Heng Sect was destined to become nothing more than a backdrop.
If their luck was poor, it was entirely possible they might vanish straight into the long river of history. In every war between righteous and wicked, there had never been a shortage of martial forces being destroyed or rising to prominence, and some of those destroyed had even been stronger than the Mount Heng Sect.
Abbess Lingfeng comforted her bitterly, "No, Senior Sister! No, the sect master will understand..."
Before she could finish, Abbess Lingyuan had already breathed her last. From those eyes that refused to close, it was clear that even to her final breath, she had carried guilt toward the sect.
"Senior Sister... Senior Sister, you can't..."
Abbess Lingfeng's heart-rending sobs and cries made the Mount Hua Sect party turn their heads away one after another, unable to bear the sight.
The straightforward Wu Qingyuan could not help asking, "Senior Brother Wang, what do you think should be done about this?"
Wang Qingshan shook his