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Though Huanxi Temple had brought this disaster upon itself, its disciples absolutely could not accept watching their sect, once ranked among the top three of the Esoteric Sect, fall into its current state.
At a time like this, forget about joy—they would be doing well if they could keep themselves from crying.
Thus, during this period, some Huanxi Temple disciples had begun to consider leaving the Esoteric Sect. There were even martial artists above the Spirit Transformation Realm among them.
After all, Spirit Transformation Realm martial artists could dominate an entire region even in the Central Plains Martial Arts World, while Xiantian Martial Artists could still live quite well in a small city. There was no need for them to remain in a lifeless place like Huanxi Temple and cling miserably to life.
If Huanxi Temple's people had done this in the past, they would have feared being hunted down by Huanxi Temple's experts. But the question was, how many experts did Huanxi Temple still have now?
Xiao Moye and Ye Jianan had died at Su Xin's hands. Venerable Longzang had been forced to cripple his own martial arts and had now gone to Great Joy Arhat's secluded cultivation grounds to keep company with something whose life or death was unknown.
The rest were consumed by anxiety. Now, Huanxi Temple's people truly meant to flee the temple.
Inside Huanxi Temple's main hall, a Soul Fusion Realm member of the Huanxi Cult sighed. "Junior brothers, Huanxi Temple has already become like this. Are you still planning to persist?"
A towering, fierce-looking foreign monk shouted, "Li Nujia! Without Huanxi Temple, would you possess such cultivation today? Now that the sect has encountered calamity, you want to run away. Are you