Aside from Ji Yuelan and Jiang Ruoxin, the divine generals of the Yin-Yang Sect were also hauled out of their cells one by one by the guards.
Ever since the Yin-Yang Sect's disaster that night, this was the first time its divine generals had seen one another again while conscious.
The dungeon was somewhat dimly lit, but at a time like this, as cell after cell was opened and Yin-Yang Sect divine generals were escorted out one after another, the dungeon passage actually became rather bustling.
"Master, you're here too..."
"Junior Sister, are you all right..."
"Junior Brother, you're alive..."
"Mother..."
The once-formidable divine generals had lost their fighting strength at this moment. Once shackled, they were powerless even to truss a chicken. Yet having survived a calamity, the Yin-Yang Sect divine generals still showed a trace of delight upon seeing familiar fellow disciples.
It was a human instinct at such times. Many of the Yin-Yang Sect's divine generals still did not truly understand the situation they faced or what awaited them. They thought that as long as they were alive, they would have a chance to turn things around.
Zhang Tie merely stood calmly by the dungeon passage, quietly watching the chaotic yet somewhat lively scene before him.
As the Yin-Yang Sect divine generals were led or dragged toward the altar by Azure Dragon Hall's guards, they struggled, craned their heads, and looked everywhere for familiar faces. Some shouted, using this rare opportunity to exchange information.
"Right, where is this..."
"Don't know..."
"What happened that night? I only saw a flash of golden light, and then I lost consciousness..."
"Me too..."
"What happened to the disciples of our sect..."
"Elder Xue, Elder Xue doesn't seem to be here. Could something have happened to her..."
Some Yin-Yang Sect disciples cried