As someone who had fought his way out of countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Zhang Tie felt sympathy and pity for the tragedy that had occurred in Ying Family Fort. But such a scene could no longer shock or astonish him, because he had seen sights a hundred times more brutal and terrifying.
Yet for those directly involved in the Yin-Yang Sect—even its elders—seeing their own sect destroyed, watching familiar fellow disciples, students, and even family members suffer such savage deaths, was a grief so crushing it was hard to contain. It was indeed one of life's greatest tragedies.
Zhang Tie understood Su Haimei's feelings at that moment. So when tears streamed down her face, he said nothing, merely letting her cry in silence.
Truth be told, the Yin-Yang Sect had endured one calamity after another, its fate beset by misfortune. First, the Martial Emperor had wiped out one branch of the Yin-Yang Sect, then the Martial Emperor Temple had hunted them across the world until they had nowhere to hide. After finally gaining a foothold in Red Mountain City, they had encountered these strange black-robed divine generals. Betrayal had risen within the sect once more, and they had been swept up in a single net. There truly were not many sects as miserable as this one.
Nearly five full minutes passed before Su Haimei, her eyes red-rimmed, gradually stopped crying.
Those few minutes of weeping had allowed Su Haimei to vent her grief, but her mind had also been turning, considering the predicament of everyone from the Yin-Yang Sect. Since this "Tang De" had witnessed the destruction of Ying Family Fort and discovered that more than twenty divine generals were hidden within such an obscure little fort, and since he had even slipped aboard this airship